SINCE all the downward tracks of time God's watchful eye surveys, O who so wise...

SINCE all the downward tracks of time God's watchful eye surveys, O who so wise to choose our lot, And regulate our ways?

Good, when he gives, supremely good! Nor less when he denies: Even crosses from his sovereign hand Are blessings in disguise.

Why should we doubt his equal love, Immeasurably kind? To his unerring, gracious will Be every wish resigned.