Almighty King! whose wondrous hand <br />Supports the weight of sea and land; <br />Whose grace is such a boundless store, <br />No heart shall break that sighs for more. <br /> <br />Thy providence supplies my food, <br />And 'tis Thy blessing makes it good; <br />My soul is nourish'd by Thy Word, <br />Let soul and body praise the Lord! <br /> <br />My streams of outward comfort came <br />From Him who built this earthly frame; <br />Whate'er I want His bounty gives, <br />By whom my soul forever lives. <br /> <br />Either His hand preserves from pain, <br />Or, if I feel it, heals again; <br />From Satan's malice shields my breast, <br />Or overrules it for the best. <br /> <br />Forgive the song that falls so low <br />Beneath the gratitude I owe! <br />It means Thy praise: however poor, <br />An angel's song can do no more.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/olney-hymn-65-grace-and-providence/
