My times of sorrow and of joy,

My times of sorrow and of joy,
Great God, are in thy hand;
My choicest comforts come from thee,
And go at thy command.

If thou should'st take them all away,
Yet let me not repine;
Before they were possessed by me,
They were entirely thine.

Nor let me drop a murmuring word,
Though the whole world were gone;
But seek enduring happiness
In thee, and thee alone.