1083    C.M.     A. Steele
“Doubtless thou art our father.” Isa. 63. 16; 64. 8

1 My God, my Father, blissful name!
  O may I call thee mine?
  May I with sweet assurance claim
  A portion so divine?

2 This only can my fears control,
  And bid my sorrows fly;
  What harm can ever reach my soul
  Beneath my Father’s eye?

3 Whate’er thy providence denies
  I calmly would resign,
  For thou art just, and good, and wise;
  O bend my will to thine.

4 Whate’er thy sacred will ordains,
  O give me strength to bear;
  And let me know my Father reigns,
  And trust his tender care.

5 If pain and sickness rend this frame,
  And life almost depart,
  Is not thy mercy still the same,
  To cheer my drooping heart?

6 If cares and sorrows me surround,
  Their power why should I fear?
  My inward peace they cannot wound,
  If thou, my God, art near.