Since all the varying scenes of time

God’s watchful eye surveys,

O, who so wise to choose our lot,

Or to appoint our ways!

2 Good when he gives—supremely good—

Nor less when he denies;

E’en crosses, from his sovereign hand,

Are blessings in disguise.

3 Why should we doubt a Father’s love

So constant and so kind?

To his unerring, gracious will

Be every wish resigned.