My God, my Father, blissful NameO may I call Thee mineMay I with sweet assurance claimA portion so divineThis only can my fears controlAnd bid my sorrows flyWhat harm can ever reach my soulBeneath my Father's eyeWhate'er Thy providence deniesI calmly would resignFor Thou art just and good and wiseO bend my will to ThineWhate'er Thy sacred will ordainsO give me strength to bearAnd let me know my Father reignsAnd trust His tender careIf pain and sickness rend this frameAnd life almost departIs not Thy mercy still the sameTo cheer my drooping heartIf cares and sorrows me surroundTheir pow'r why should I fearMy inward peace they cannot woundIf Thou, my God, art near
There's a pal of mine who is a sophomore in college. He's the man and has a hunger for knowledge and for the Lord. He emailed me this question this week. I was happy with the answer our Father gave me to give him. So, here's nuttin:



