What God hath done is done aright,

So think all true believers;

They feel His love, they own His might,

Though fond hopes prove deceivers:

Mid seeming ill

God loves them still,

And, e’en by sorrow’s leaven,

Would raise their hearts to heaven.

What God hath done is done aright,

In gifts withheld or sent us;

And what sufficeth in His sight,

Should always well content us:

’Tis for our sakes

He gives or takes;

Then, humbly bowed before Him,

In silence we adore Him.

What God hath done is done aright;

Cease, faithless tears, to trickle;

What though our harvest He doth blight,

Ere we put in the sickle!

Who dares reprove,

When, all in love,

He thwarts our will and pleasure,

To be Himself our Treasure?

What God hath done is done aright,

Because ’tis His ordaining;

Though want may press, and cares affright,

He soothes the heart’s complaining:

The Christian will,

Contented still,

While fewest gifts possessing,

Rejoice with praise and blessing.

What God hath done is done aright,

May He submissive make us!

His gracious promise He doth plight,

That He will ne’er forsake us:

Our Saviour knows

Our wants and woes,

And all we need provideth:

Praise God, whate’er betideth!