Verse 1
Casual howe’er our steps may seem,
Directed and o’er-rul’d by him
Who for his people cares,
Where providence appoints we go;
He orders all our ways we know,
And numbers all our hairs.
Verse 2
In small events we daily prove
The wisdom of our Father’s love;
We own the work is his
From trivial incidents to raise
Matter for his eternal praise,
And our eternal bliss.