God Our Comforter Poem by John Bowring

I'll trust my future fate to Thee,
All-good, all-wise, Almighty One!
If Thou control my destiny,
And I repose on Thee alone,
I shall be blest-
Thou, God! my guardian and my rest.


The bright, the dark, the twilight hour,
Awaked by Thee, alike are Thine:
In each Thy wisdom, love, and power,
In mingling, gathering beauty shine:
Shall I rebel
'Gainst Thee, who orderest all things well?


No! rather shall my soul repose
On Thee, its pillow, and its trust:
The Sun that with the Gospel rose
Wakes immortality from dust;
And o'er my head
Shall its eternal lustre shed.