1113    8.8.6.     John Berridge
“The very hairs of your head are all numbered.” Matt. 10. 30

1 How watchful is the loving Lord,
  How sweet his providential word,
  To children that believe!
  Your very hairs are numbered all;
  Not one by force or chance can fall
  Without your Father’s leave.

2 Why should I fear when guarded so,
  Or shrink to meet a deadly foe?
  His mouth is held with bit;
  I need not dread his utmost spite,
  Nor can he bark, nor can he bite,
  Unless the Lord permit.

3 No cross or bliss, no loss or gain,
  No health or sickness, ease or pain,
  Can give themselves a birth;
  The Lord so rules by his command,
  Nor good nor ill can stir a hand,
  Unless he send them forth.

4 Since thou so kind and watchful art,
  To guard my head and guard my heart,
  And guard my very hair,
  Teach me with child-like mind to sit,
  And sing at the dear Saviour’s feet,
  Without distrust or fear.

5 So, like a pilgrim let me wait,
  Contented well in every state,
  Till all my warfare ends;
  Live in a calm and cheerful mood,
  And find that all things work for good,
  Which Jesus kindly sends.