I Take My Portion From Thy Hand

I Take My Portion from Thy

hand,

And do not seek to understand;

For I am Blind, While Thou dost see,

Thy will is mine whate'er it be.

Whate'er it be, whate'er it be

I do not fear, whate'er it be

Thy Love divine sustaineth me

Thy will is mine whate'er it be.

When darkness doth Thy face

Obscure,

And many sorrows I endure,

I think of Christ's Gethsemane;

Thy will is mine, whate'er it be

When Tender Joys to me are known

I render thanks to Thee alone

I Know my cup is filled by Thee

Thy will is mine, whate'er it be

Thus calmly do I face my lot,

Accept it, Lord, and doubt Thee not

Lo! all things work for good to me

Thy will is mine, whate'er it be

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