Whate’er my God ordains is right,

His will is ever just;

Howe’er he orders now my cause,

I will be still and trust.

He is my God;

Though dark my road,

He holds me that I shall not fall;

Wherefore to him I leave it all.

2 Whate’er my God ordains is right;

He never will deceive;

He leads me by the proper path,

And so to him I cleave,

And take content

What he hath sent;

His hand can turn my griefs away,

And patiently I wait his day.

3 Whate’er my God ordains is right;

Though I the cup must drink

That bitter seems to my faint heart,

I will not fear or shrink;

Tears pass away

With dawn of day;

Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart,

And pain and sorrow all depart.