“Sovereign Ruler of the skies,
Ever gracious, ever wise;
All my times are in Thy hand,
All events at Thy command.
His decree who formed the earth
Fixed my first and second birth;
Parents, native place, and time,
All appointed were by Him.
He that formed me in the womb,
He shall guide me to the tomb:
All my times shall ever be
Ordered by His wise decree.
Times of sickness; times of health;
Times of penury and wealth;
Times of trial and of grief;
Times of triumph and relief;
Times the tempter’s power to prove;
Times to taste the Saviour’s love;
All must come, and last, and end,
As shall please my heavenly Friend.
Plague and deaths around me fly;
Till He bids, I cannot die.
Not a single shaft can hit,
Till the God of love sees fit.
O Thou Gracious, Wise and Just,
In Thy hands my life I trust:
Have I somewhat dearer still?
I resign it to Thy will.
May I always own Thy hand
Still to the surrender stand;
Know that Thou art God alone,
I and mine are all Thine own.
Thee, at all times, will I bless;
Having Thee, I all possess;
How can I bereavèd be,
Since I cannot part with Thee?”
—John Ryland, “God’s Decrees”