Give to the winds thy fears,

Hope and be undismayed.

God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears;

God shall lift up thy head.

Through waves and clouds and storms,

He gently clears thy way;

Wait thou His time; so shall this night

Soon end in joyous day.

Still heavy is thy heart?

Still sinks thy spirit down?

Cast off the world, let fear depart

Bid every care begone.

What though Thou rulest not?

Yet heaven, and earth, and hell

Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne,

And ruleth all things well.

Leave to His sovereign sway

To choose and to command;

So shalt thou, wondering, own that way,

How wise, how strong this hand.

Far, far above thy thought,

His counsel shall appear,

When fully He the work hath wrought,

That caused thy needless fear.

Thou seest our weakness, Lord;

Our hearts are known to Thee;

O lift Thou up the sinking hand,

Confirm the feeble knee!

Let us in life, in death,

Thy steadfast truth declare,

And publish with our latest breath

Thy love and guardian care.