The Providence of God

The mighty God, Omniscient One! 
His ways we cannot trace.
He reckons every good begun 
And crowns it with His grace.

Lo! I can see Him in His word—
I will not doubt or fear;
My steps are ordered of the Lord, 
His guiding hand is near.

No trial can my spirit break, 
For God will not forsake;
He will with each temptation make 
A way for my escape.

The future beckons and I bow –
My God removes the care!
Behold, He goes before me now, 
And will my way prepare.

Chorus:
He’s here, and there, and everywhere 
In all the ways I’ve trod.
I’ve never passed beyond the sphere 
Of the providence of God.

Walter Estal Brightwell, Sr. (1893-1957),  1937