363 | Lisbon. S.M.
(860) Hope Thou in God.
Give to the winds thy fears;
Hope, and be undismayed;
God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears,
God shall lift up thy head.
2 Through waves, and clouds, and storms,
He gently clears the way;
Wait thou his time; so shall this night
Soon end in joyous day.
3 What, though thou rulest not?
Yet heaven, and earth, and hell
Proclaim,—God sitteth on the throne,
And ruleth all things well.
4 Leave to his sovereign sway
To choose and to command;
So shalt thou wondering own, his way
How wise, how strong his hand!
Ger., Paul Gerhardt, 1666. Tr. John Wesley, 1739.