1 Let, O my soul, thy God direct thee,
And trust in Him through all thy days;
In every danger He'll protect thee,
And crown thy years with peace and grace.
He doth not build upon the sand
Who trusts in God's almighty hand.

2 Of what avail is all our sorrow?
What profit all our sighs and tears?
Why should we grieve for each to-morrow?
Why thus begin and end our years?
Our sighs and sorrows but increase
Our burdens and disturb our peace.

3 Be still, in faith and hope abiding,
Trust in thy God and be content;
In His unfailing love confiding,
Take what His gracious hand hath sent,
To God who chose thee as His own
Thy every need and care is known.

4 The time to comfort thee He knoweth,
He giveth thee whate'er is best;
The prayer that from thy bosom goeth
He heareth ere it is expressed.
With gifts He cometh unawares
In answer to thy fervent prayers.

5 Think not when tried and tempest driven,
Thou art forsaken by thy God;
For those who are the heirs of heaven
Must pass beneath the chastening rod.
The night of weeping may ere long
Be changed into the morn of song.

6 What does it cost the Lord Almighty
To raise the humble and the low?
Or to abase the high and mighty,
And cause their utter overthrow?
For He whose wonders none can trace,
He lifteth up; He doth abase.

7 Walk in His truth, be firm and fearless,
And do thy duty day by day;
Trust in His Word when sad and cheerless,
Make it thy comfort and thy stay.
The Lord thy God thy refuge make
And He will never thee forsake.