Give to the winds thy fears,
Hope, and be undismayed;
God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears,
God shall lift up thy head,
Through waves and clouds and storms
He gently clears the way;
Wait thou His time, so shall the night
Soon end in joyous day.

Still heavy is thy heart?
Still sink thy spirits down?
Cast off the weight, let fear depart,
And every care be gone.
He everywhere has sway,
And all things serve His mind;
His every act pure blessing is,
His path unsullied light.

Far, far above thy thought
His counsel shall appear,
When fully He the work hath wrought
That caused thy needless fear.
Leave to His sovereign will
To choose and to command:
With wonder filled, thou then shalt own
How wise, how strong His hand.

by Paul Gerhardt, 1656; translator: John Wesley