Commit thou all thy griefs

And ways into His hands,

To His sure trust and tender care,

Who earth and heaven commands;

Who points the clouds their course,

Whom winds and seas obey;

He shall direct thy wandering feet,

He shall prepare thy way.

No profit canst thou gain

By self-consuming care;

To Him commend thy cause,—His ear

Attends the softest prayer.

Then on the Lord rely,

So safe shall thou go on;

Fix on His work thy steadfast eye,

So shall thy work be done.