Tulips in a Glass Basket and I worship thee, most gracious God

I worship thee, most gracious God,

And all thy ways adore;

And every day I live, I seem

To love thee more and more.

When obstacles and trials seem

Like prison-walls to be,

I do the little I can do,

And leave the rest to thee.

I have no cares, O blessed Will,

For all my cares are thine;

I live in triumph, Lord, for thou

Hast made thy triumphs mine.

He always wins who sides with God,

To him no chance is lost;

God’s will is sweetest to him when

It triumphs at his cost.

Ill that he blesses is our good,

And unblest good is ill;

And all is right that seems most wrong,

If it be his sweet will.

Frederick W. Faber