Whate'er my God ordains is right,

His will is ever just;

Howe'er He order 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.

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.

Whate'er my God ordains is right,

He taketh thought for me,

The cup that my Physician gives

No poison'd draught can be,

But medicine due;

For God is true,

And on that changeless truth I build,

And all my heart with hope is fill'd.

Whate'er my God ordains is right,

Though I the cup must drink

That bitter seems to my faint heart,

I will not fear nor shrink;

Tears pass away

With dawn of day,

Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart,

And pain and sorrow all depart.

Whate'er my God ordains is right,

My Light, my Life is He,

Who cannot will me aught but good,

I trust Him utterly;

For well I know,

In joy or woe,

We once shall see as sunlight clear

How faithful was our Guardian here.

Whate'er my God ordains is right,

Here will I take my stand;

Though sorrow, need, or death make earth

For me a desert land,

My Father's care

Is round me there,

He holds me that I shall not fall,

And so to Him I leave it all.