All depends on our possessing

1 All depends on our possessing
God's free love and grace and blessing,
Though all earthly wealth depart;
He who God for His hath taken
'Mid the changing world unshaken
Keeps a free, heroic heart.

2 He who hitherto hath fed me,
And to many a joy hath led me,
Is and shall be ever mine;
He who did so gently school me,
He who still doth guide and rule me,
Will not leave me now to pine.

3 Shall I weary me with fretting
O'er vain trifles, and regretting
Things that never can remain?
I will strive but that to to win me
Which can shed true rest within me,--
Rest the world must seek in vain.

4 When my heart with longing sickens,
Hope again my courage quickens,
For my wish shall be fulfilled,
If it please His will most tender,
Soul and body I surrender
Unto Him on whom I build.

5 Well He knows how best to grant me
All the longing hopes that haunt me;
All things have their proper day;
I would dictate to Him never,
As God wills, so be it ever,
When He wills I will obey.