I came across this Toplady hymn recently. Good for our times and any times. Verse 4 stands out.
Thrice comfortable hope
That calms my stormy breast;
My Father's hand prepares the cup,
And what he wills is best.
2 My fearful heart he reads;
Secures my soul from harms;
While underneath his mercy spreads
Its everlasting arms!
3 His skill infallible,
His providential grace,
His power and truth that never fail,
Shall order all my ways.
4 The fictious power of chance
And fortune I defy:
My life's minutest circumstance
Is subject to his eye.
5 O might I doubt no more,
But in his pleasure rest;
Whose wisdom, love, and truth, and power,
Engage to make me blest!
1 comment:
I used to sing it in the church I grew up in. Its got fine sentiments and memorable lines and was often quoted from the pulpit.
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