04 May 2010

All Depends

Many spend their lives in fretting
Over trifles and in getting
Things that have no solid ground.
I will strive to win a treasure
That will bring me lasting pleasure
And that now is seldom found.

When with sorrow I am stricken,
Hope anew my heart will quicken;
All my longing shall be stilled.
To His loving-kindness tender
Soul and body I surrender,
For on God alone I build.

Well He knows what best to grant me;
All the longing hopes that haunt me,
Joy and sorrow, have their day.
I shall doubt His wisdom never;
As God wills, so be it ever;
I to Him commit my way.
LSB 732:3-5

1 comment:

Janet said...

This is one of my favorite hymns! I often recite verse 5 when I am worried or frustrated.