My spirit on thy care,
Blest Saviour, I recline;
Thou wilt not leave me to despair,
For thou art Love divine.
In Thee I place my trust,
On thee I calmly rest;
I know thee good, I know thee just,
And count thy choice the best.
Whate'er events betide,
Thy will they all perform;
Safe in thy breast my head I hide,
Nor fear the coming storm.
Let good or ill befall,
It must be good for me;
Secure of having thee in all,
Of having all in thee.
--Henry F. Lyte.