Nay, all by Thee is ordered, chosen, planned;
Each drop that fills my daily cup; thy hand
Prescribes for ills none else can understand.
All, all is known to thee.
Be trustful, be steadfast, whatever betide thee,
Only one thing do thou ask of the Lord--
Grace to go forward wherever he guide thee,
Simply believing the truth of his word.
Whatsoe'er our lot may be,
Calmly in this thought we'll rest
Could we see as thou dost see
We should choose it as the best.
--Eliza Cleghorn Gaskell.