Mixture of Spring Flowers and Glassware with While o’er the deep thy servants sail and I take my portion from Thy hand

While o’er the deep thy servants sail,
Send thou, O Lord, the prosperous gale;
And on their hearts, where’er they go,
O let thy heavenly breezes blow.

If on the morning’s wings they fly,
They will not pass beyond thine eye:
The wanderer’s prayer thou bend’st to hear,
And faith exults to know thee near.

When tempests rock the groaning bark,
O hide them safe in Jesus’ ark;
While in the tempting port they ride,
O keep them safe at Jesus’ side.

If life’s wide ocean smile or roar,
Still guide them to the heavenly shore;
And grant their dust in Christ may sleep,
Abroad, at home, or in the deep.

George Burgess

I take my portion from Thy hand,
And do not seek to understand;
For I am blind, while Thou dost see,
Thy will is mine, whate’er it be.

When darkness doth Thy face obscure,
And many sorrows I endure,
I think of Christ’s Gethsemane;
Thy will is mine, whate’er it be.

When tender joys to me are known,
I render thanks to Thee alone;
I know my cup is filled by Thee;
Thy will is mine, whate’er it be.

Thus calmly do I face my lot,
Accept it, Lord, and doubt Thee not;
Lo! all things work for good to me;
Thy will is mine, whate’er it be.

Chorus
Whate’er it be! whate’er it be!
I do not fear, whate’er it be;
Thy love divine sustaineth me,
Thy will is mine, whate’er it be.

Elta M. Lewis