There is an overruling providence,
That wisely marshals every circumstance;
Heaven, air, and seas, and this terrestrial ball,
With their contents, are all at His control.
There’s not a particle of dust can fly,
A sparrow fall, or cloud obscure the sky,
A moth be crushed, or leaf fall from a tree.
But in submission to His wise decree.
He raiseth men to sceptres and a crown,
And at His pleasure treads the monarch down,
His wise decrees as firm as heaven do stand,
He’s in one mind, though oft He turns His hand.
He must and will at all times keep in view
His glory, and His people’s welfare too;
Bright days, dark nights, the furnace or the flood,
He overrules for Zion’s real good.