Submission to God under Affliction

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

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

To soften ev'ry painful stroke,
Indulgent mercy bends;
And unrepining when I plead,
His gracious ear attends.

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

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

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