I.

Peace , my complaining, doubting heart,
Ye busy cares be still;
Adore the just, the sovereign Lord,
Nor murmur at his will.

II.

Unerring wisdom guides his hand;
Nor dares my guilty fear,
Amid the sharpest pains I feel,
Pronounce his hand severe.

III.

To soften every painful stroke,
Indulgent mercy bends,
And unrepining when I plead,
His gracious ear attends.

IV.

Let me reflect with humble awe
Whene'er my heart complains,
Compar'd with what my sins deserve,
How easy are my pains!

V.

Yes Lord, I own thy sovereign hand,
Thou just, and wise, and kind;
Be every anxious thought supprest,
And all my soul resign'd.

VI.

But oh! indulge this only wish,
This boon I must implore!
Assure my soul, that thou art mine,
My God, I ask no more.