Scripture Verse

Commit thy way unto the Lord; trust also in Him; and He shall bring it to pass. Psalm 37:5


John Wesley

Words: Paul Ger­hardt, 1656 (Be­fiehl du deine We­ge). Trans­lat­ed from Ger­man to Eng­lish by John Wes­ley in Hymns and Spi­ri­tu­al Songs, 1739.

Music: St. George (Gaunt­lett) Hen­ry J. Gaunt­lett, 1848 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

Paul Gerhardt


Lauxmann calls [this] ‘the most com­fort­ing of all the hymns that have re­sound­ed on Paul­us Ger­hardt’s gol­den lyre, sweet­er to ma­ny souls than hon­ey and the hon­ey-comb.’ It soon spread over Ger­ma­ny.

It was sung in 1743, when the foun­da­tion-stones were laid of the first Lu­ther­an church in Phi­la­del­phia [Penn­syl­va­nia], and again at the op­en­ing ser­vice.

When Na­pol­e­on was bent on crush­ing Ger­ma­ny, Queen Lou­ise of Prus­sia wrote in her di­ary at Or­tels­burg [now Szczytno, Po­land], on De­cem­ber 5, 1806, Goe­the’s lines from ‘Wil­helm Meis­ter,’ which Car­lyle ren­ders—

Who ne­ver ate his bread in sor­row,
Who ne­ver spent the dark­ness hours,
Weeping and watch­ing for the mor­row,
He knows ye not, ye gloomy Pow­ers.

To earth, this wea­ry earth, ye bring us,
To guilt ye let us heed­less go,
Then leave re­pent­ance fierce to wring us:
A mo­ment’s guilt, an age of woe!

Then dry­ing her tears, she went to her harp­si­chord and played and sang this hymn. Laux­mann writes, ‘Tru­ly a hymn, as Luth­er’s Ein Feste Burg, is sur­round­ed by a cloud of wit­ness­es.

Telford, p. 294


Commit thou all thy griefs
And ways in­to His hands,
To His sure truth and ten­der care,
Who Heav’n and earth com­mands.

Who points the clouds their course,
Whom winds and seas ob­ey,
He shall di­rect thy wan­der­ing feet,
He shall pre­pare thy way.

Thou on the Lord re­ly,
So safe shalt thou go on;
Fix on His work thy stead­fast eye
So shall thy work be done.

No pro­fit canst thou gain
By self con­sum­ing care;
To Him com­mend thy cause, His ear
Attends the soft­est pray­er.

Thy ev­er­last­ing truth,
Father, Thy cease­less love,
Sees all Thy child­ren’s wants, and knows
What best for each will prove.

Thou ev­ery­where hast sway,
And all things serve Thy might;
Thy ev­ery act pure bless­ing is,
Thy path un­sul­lied light.

When Thou aris­est, Lord,
What shall Thy work with­stand?
Whate’er Thy child­ren want, Thou giv’st;
And who shall stay Thy hand?