Thy way and all thy sorrows,
Give thou into His hand,
His gracious care unfailing,
Who doth the heav�ns command.
Their course and path He giveth
To clouds and air and wind;
A way thy feet may follow,
He too for thee will find.

On Him be Thy reliance,
As thou wouldst prosper well;
To make thy work enduring
Thy mind on His must dwell.
God yieldeth naught to sorrow
And self tormenting care;
Naught, naught with him availeth;
No power save that of prayer.

Leave all to His direction;
In wisdom He doth reign;
Thy wonder far exceeding,
His will His course maintain;
So He as Him beseemeth,
With wonderworking skill,
Shall put away the sorrows
That now thy spirit fill.

Give, Lord, the consummation
To all our hearts� distress;
Our hands, our feet, O strengthen;
In death our spirits bless.
Thy truth and Thy protection
For evermore we pray:
With these in heav�nly glory
Shall end our certain way.