“Doubtless thou art our father.” Isa. 63. 16; 64. 8
A. Steele C.M.
1
My God, my Father, blissful name!
O may I call thee mine?
May I with sweet assurance claim
A portion so divine?
2
This only can my fears control,
And bid my sorrows fly;
What harm can ever reach my soul
Beneath my Father’s eye?
3
Whate’er thy providence denies
I calmly would resign,
For thou art just, and good, and wise;
O bend my will to thine.
4
Whate’er thy sacred will ordains,
O give me strength to bear;
And let me know my Father reigns,
And trust his tender care.
5
If pain and sickness rend this frame,
And life almost depart,
Is not thy mercy still the same,
To cheer my drooping heart?
6
If cares and sorrows me surround,
Their power why should I fear?
My inward peace they cannot wound,
If thou, my God, art near.
