O God Not Only In Distress


O God, not only in distress,
In pain and want and weariness,
Thy tender spirit stoops to bless,
Thy will is done.

But oftener on the wings of peace,
And girt about with tenderness
Thou comest, and all troubles cease
Thy will is done.

And when the burdened heart can bring
Its sorrow to Thy feet, and cling,
Till hope surpasses sorrowing,
Thy will is done.

Thy will is pure, O Lord, and just,
And we, frail creatures of the dust,
Through good or ill can only true,
Thy will is done.