Classic Poem

Commit thou all thy griefs And ways into his hands;
To his sure truth and tender care, Who earth and heav'n commands.

Who points the clouds their course, Whom winds and seas obey,
He shall direct thy wand'ring feet, He shall prepare thy way.

Give to the winds thy fears; Hope, and be undismayed;
God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head.

What though thou rulest not? Yet heav'n and earth and hell
Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne, And ruleth all things well.

Leave to his sovereign sway To choose and to command;
So shalt thou wond'ring own, his way How wise, how strong his hand!