Divine Providence. Deut. 33. 27; Ps. 73. 24
C. Wesley S.M.
1
Thrice comfortable hope
That calms my stormy breast;
My Father’s hand prepares the cup,
And what he wills is best.
2
My fearful heart he reads;
Secures my soul from harms;
While underneath his mercy spreads
Its everlasting arms.
3
His skill infallible,
His providential grace,
His power and truth, that never fail,
Shall order all my ways.
4
[The fictious power of chance
And fortune I defy;
My life’s minutest circumstance
Is subject to his eye.]
5
O might I doubt no more,
But in his pleasure rest;
Whose wisdom, love, and truth, and power,
Engage to make me blest!
