I TAKE MY PORTION FROM THY HAND

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 .

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

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

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