Just to Take Whate'er He Sendeth
From:
Poems Hymns Spiritual Songs: A Representative Collection
By:
Edwin Brunswick Hartt
JUST to take whate'er He sendeth
From His heart and hand,
For each trial that befalls us
Comes at His command.
Fierce the storm may rage around me,
I have naught to fear;
From Himself there comes a whisper
Saying, Child, I'm near.