All as God Wills

All as God wills

who wise­ly heeds

To give or to with­hold

And know­eth more of all my needs

Than all my pray­ers have told.

Enough that bless­ings un­de­served

Have marked my err­ing track;

That

where­so­e’er my feet have swerved

His chast­en­ing turned me back.

That more and more a pro­vi­dence

Of love is un­der­stood

Making the springs of time and sense

Sweet with eter­nal good.

That death seems but a co­vered way

Which op­ens in­to light

Wherein no blind­ed child can stray

Beyond the Fa­ther’s sight.

And so the sha­dows fall apart.

And so the west winds play;

And all the wind­ows of my heart

I open to the day.