Through waves, through clouds and storms,
  God gently clears the way;
     We wait His time; so shall the night
  Soon end in blissful day.

He everywhere hath sway,
  And all things serve His might;
     His every act pure blessing is,
  His path unsullied light.

When He makes bare His arm,
  Who shall His work withstand ?
     When He His people's cause defends,
  Who then shall stay His hand ?

We leave it to Himself
  To choose and to command,
     With wonder filled, we soon shall see
  How wise, how strong His hand !

We comprehend Him not,
  Yet earth and heaven tell
God sits as sovereign on the throne
  And ruleth all things well.

S.M.            Gerhardt, tr. by J. Wesley