1
I take my portion from Thy hand,
And do not seek to understand;
For I am blind, while Thou dost see,
Thy will is mine, whate’er it be.
And do not seek to understand;
For I am blind, while Thou dost see,
Thy will is mine, whate’er it be.
Whate’er it be! whate’er it be!
I do not fear, whate’er it be!
Thy love divine sustaineth me;
Thy will is mine, whate’er it be.
I do not fear, whate’er it be!
Thy love divine sustaineth me;
Thy will is mine, whate’er it be.
2
When darkness doth Thy face obscure,
And many sorrows I endure,
I think of Christ’s Gethsemane;
Thy will is mine, whate’er it be.
And many sorrows I endure,
I think of Christ’s Gethsemane;
Thy will is mine, whate’er it be.
3
When tender joys to me are known,
I render thanks to Thee alone;
I know my cup is filled by Thee;
Thy will is mine, whate’er it be.
I render thanks to Thee alone;
I know my cup is filled by Thee;
Thy will is mine, whate’er it be.
4
Thus calmly do I face my lot,
Accept it, Lord, and doubt Thee not;
Lo! all things work for good to me;
Thy will is mine, whate’er it be.
Accept it, Lord, and doubt Thee not;
Lo! all things work for good to me;
Thy will is mine, whate’er it be.