"He hath done all things well"

O for a heart prepared to sing, To God, my Saviour and my King; While with his saints I join to tell, My Jesus has done all things well.

[All worlds his glorious power confess; His wisdom all his works express; But O his love what tongue can tell? My Jesus has done all things well.]

How sovereign, wonderful, and free, Is all his love to sinful me! He plucked me as a brand from hell; My Jesus has done all things well.

And since my soul has known his love, What mercies has he made me prove; Mercies which all my praise excel; My Jesus has done all things well.

[Whene’er my Saviour and my God Has on me laid his gentle rod, I know, in all that has befell, My Jesus has done all things well.]

Sometimes he’s pleased his face to hide, To make me pray, or stain my pride; Yet am I helped on this to dwell, My Jesus has done all things well.]

Soon shall I pass the vale of death, And in his arms shall lose my breath; Yet then my happy soul shall tell, My Jesus has done all things well.

And when to that bright world I rise, And join the anthems in the skies, Among the rest this note shall swell, My Jesus has done all things well.