Whate'er my God ordains is right, his holy will abideth; I will be still whate'er he does, and follow where he guideth. He is my God, though dark my road; he holds me that I shall not fall; and so to him I leave it all, and so to him I leave it all.
Whate'er my God ordains is right, he never will deceive me; he leads me by the proper path, I know he will not leave me. I take, content, what he has sent; his hand can turn my griefs away; and patiently I wait his day; and patiently I wait his day.
Whate'er my God ordains is right, though now this cup in drinking may bitter seem to my faint heart, I take it all, unshrinking. My God is true, each morn anew sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart; and pain and sorrow shall depart, and pain and sorrow shall depart.
Whate'er my God ordains is right, here shall my stand be taken; though sorrow, need, or death be mine, yet I am not forsaken. My Father's care is round me there; he holds me that I shall not fall; and so to him I leave it all, and so to him I leave it all.