I take my portion from Thy hand,
Verse 1
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.
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.
Verse 2
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.
Verse 3
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.
Verse 4
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.
