C.M.
1
Now that my journey’s just begun,
My course so little trod,
’Twere well if ere I further run,
My soul were brought to God.
2
What sorrows may my steps attend,
I cannot now foretell:
But if the Lord will be my Friend,
I know all will be well.
3
Then if my earthly friends should die,
And leave me mourning here,
Since God regards the orphan’s cry,
What should I have to fear?
4
Should I be rich, He’ll guard my heart,
Temptation to withstand,
And make me willing to impart
The bounties of His hand.
5
Should I be poor, He can supply
Who has my table spread:
Who feeds the ravens when they cry,
And fills His poor with bread.
6
And if, whatever grief or ill
For me may be in store,
I’m made submissive to His will,
I need not ask for more.
