1. 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.
2. When darkness doth Thy face obsure,
  And many sorrows I endure,
  I think of Christ's Gethsemane;
  Thy will is mine, whate'er it be.
3. 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.
(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.
4. 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.