70    S.M.     C. Wesley
Divine Providence. Deut. 33. 27; Ps. 73. 24

1 Thrice comfortable hope
  That calms my stormy breast;
  My Father’s hand prepares the cup,
  And what he wills is best.

2 My fearful heart he reads;
  Secures my soul from harms;
  While underneath his mercy spreads
  Its everlasting arms.

3 His skill infallible,
  His providential grace,
  His power and truth, that never fail,
  Shall order all my ways.

4 [The fictious power of chance
  And fortune I defy;
  My life’s minutest circumstance
  Is subject to his eye.]

5 O might I doubt no more,
  But in his pleasure rest;
  Whose wisdom, love, and truth, and power,
  Engage to make me blest!