1 THROUGH waves, through clouds and storms,
God gently clears the way;
We wait His time; so shall the night
Soon end in blissful day.
2 He everywhere hath sway,
And all things serve His might;
His every act pure blessing is,
His path unsullied light.
3 When He makes bare His arm,
Who shall His work withstand?
When He His people's cause defends,
Who then shall stay His hand?
4 We leave it to Himself
To choose and to command,
With wonder filled, we soon shall see
How wise, how strong His hand.
5 We comprehend Him not,
Yet earth and heaven tell
God sits as sovereign on the throne,
And ruleth all things well.
