Twenty-first Sunday after Trinity

The simple trust, that can confide
All troubles to the Lord,
And ask for nothing else, beside
The warrant of His Word:

That no desire beyond it knows,
No ' sign or wonder craves,
This is the trust that peace bestows,
And this the faith that saves.

The Syrian lord despised of old
The Prophet's simple way:
Change but the names, the tale is told
Of thousands every day.

Like teaching at the Saviour's knee
The Jewish lord received,
Doubt and distress when he would see,
But joy when he believed.

Thus ever on thro' life we find
To trust, O Lord, is best:
Who ' serve Thee with a quiet mind/
Find in Thy service rest.

Their outward troubles may not cease,
But this their joy shall be,
'Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace,
"Whose mind is stay'd on Thee.'