57.  Divine Providence

1
Give to the winds thy fears;
Hope and be undismayed;
God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears;
God shall lift up thy head.

2
Through waves, and clouds, and storms,
He gently clears thy way;
Wait thou his time, so shall this night
Soon end in joyous day.

3
Still heavy is thy heart?
Still sinks thy spirit down?
Cast off the weight, let fear depart,
And ev’ry care be gone.

4
Leave to his sov’reign sway
To choose and to command:
So shalt thou gladly own his way,
How wise, how strong his hand!

5
Far, far above thy thought
His counsel shall appear
When fully he the work hath wrought
That caused thy needless fear.