God's Plan Is Best

Thy plan is best, though it may not agree     With my conceptions of my needs and rights,     And faith may fail to scale its azure heights;     Yet still I trust, and leave my cause with Thee.     With single eye I sought to do Thy will.     I felt Thy smile and left results with Thee;     If they have failed, then that is naught to me--     I did my part, and am Thy servant still.     The hearts of men are in Thy mighty hand;     Naught is concealed from Thy all-searching sight;     Canst Thou not turn them to the left or right?     The raging ocean calms at Thy command.     The aching clay may circumscribe my sphere;     Yet in confinement I may labor still     In work which harmonizes with Thy will,     And e'er rejoice to have my Master near.     Thoughts of Thy love will yet remain with me,     And in my silent hours may shape assume,     And by their measures help to lift the gloom     Of this dark world, and bring men nearer Thee.     Whate'er may come, I will not, Lord, complain;     My plan is Thine, I have no other choice.     In work or rest 'tis meet I should rejoice;     Contentment in my lot is blessed gain.