1 What our Father does is well;
Blessed truth His children tell!
Though for plenty He send want,
Though the harvest store be scant,
Yet we rest upon His love,
Seeking better things above.

2 What our Father does is well;
Shall the willful heart rebel
If a blessing He withhold
In the field, or in the fold?
Is He not Himself to be
All our store eternally?

3 What our Father does is well;
Though He sadden hill and dell,
Upward yet our praises rise
For the strength His Word supplies,
He has called us sons of God;
Can we murmur at His rod?

4 What our Father does is well;
May the thought within us dwell
Though nor milk nor honey flow
In our barren Canaan now,
God can save us in our need;
God can bless us, God can feed.

5 Therefore unto Him we raise
Hymns of glory, songs of praise;
To the Father and the Son,
And the Spirit, Three in one,
Honor, might, and glory be
Now, and through eternity.

Amen.