7. Sing, pray, and keep His ways unswerving; So do thine own part faithfully And trust His Word, though undeserving, Thou yet shalt find it true for thee. God never will forsake in need The soul that trusts in Him indeed. Ps. 55, 23. George Neumark, 1657; C. Winkworth, tr. 499 9, 8, 9, 8, 8, 8 I leave all things to God’s direction, He loveth me in weal and woe; His will is good, true His affection, With tender love His heart doth glow. My Fortress and my Rock is He: What pleaseth God, that pleaseth me. 2. My God hath all things in His keeping, He is the ever faithful Friend; He grants me laughter after weeping, And all His ways in blessings end. His love endures eternally: What pleaseth God, that pleaseth me. 3. The will of God shall be my pleasure While here on earth is mine abode; My will is wrong beyond all measure, It doth not will what pleaseth God. The Christian’s maxim e’er must be: What pleaseth God, that pleaseth me. 4. God knows what must be done to save me, His love for me will never cease; For He upon His palms did grave me With purest gold of loving grace. Away, my own will, off with thee! What pleaseth God, that pleaseth me. 5. My God desires the soul’s salvation, Me also He desires to save; Therefore, with Christian resignation, All earthly troubles I will brave. His will be done eternally: What pleaseth God, that pleaseth me. Anon., 17th cent.; A. Crull, tr. 500 7s Oft in sorrow, oft in woe, Onward, Christians, onward go! Bear the toil, maintain the strife, Strengthened with the Bread of Life. 2. Let not sorrow dim your eye; Soon shall every tear be dry. Let not woe your course impede; Great your help if great your need. 3. Let your drooping hearts be glad; March, in heavenly armor clad. Fight, nor think the battle long; Victory soon shall tune your song. 4. Onward, then, to battle move! More than conquerors you shall prove; Though begirt with many a foe, Onward, Christians, onward go! H. K. White, 1806, a. 501 8, 6, 6, 8, 6, 6 Why should sorrow ever grieve me; Christ is near, What can here E’er of Him deprive me? Who can rob me of my heaven That God’s Son As my own To my faith hath given? 2. Naked was I and unswathèd When on earth At my birth My first breath I breathèd. Naked hence shall I betake me When I go From earth’s woe And my breath forsakes me.