I will not take that bitter thrust which rent my heart today;
As coming from an earthly soul, though it was meant that way;
But I will look beyond the tool, because my life is planned;
I take the cup my Father gives, I take it from His hand.
He knows, and even thus allows these little things that irk;
I trust His wisdom and His love, let patience have her work.
Though human means have brought the sting, I firmly take this stand;
My loving Father holds the cup, I take it from His hand.
Now those who watch may wonder why these things do not disturb;
I look right past the instrument and see my Lord superb;
The trials which would lay me low must pass through His command;
He holds the outstretched cup to me, I take it from His hand.