Commit thy way unto the Lord; trust also in Him; and He shall bring it to pass.@Psalm 37:5
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John Wesley (1703–1791)

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

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

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Paul Gerhardt (1607–1676)

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, 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 heaven 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?