Was Gott Tut

 

Well, she was Grandma Bev to me, but when the great-grandkids came along she became Oma (and she loved it).

Was Gott Tut
Whate'er my God ordains is right: His holy will abideth; I will be still whate'er He doth, And follow where He guideth. He is my God; Though dark my road, He holds me that I shall not fall: Wherefore to Him I leave it all.

Whate'er my God ordains is right: He never will deceive me; He leads me by the proper path, I know He will not leave me. I take, content, What He hath sent; His hand can turn my griefs away, And patiently I wait His day.

Whate'er my God ordains is right: Though now this cup, in drinking, May bitter seem to my faint heart, I take it, all unshrinking. My God is true; Each morn anew Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart, And pain and sorrow shall depart.

Whate'er my God ordains is right: Here shall my stand be taken; Though sorrow, need, or death be mine, Yet I am not forsaken. My Father's care Is round me there; He holds me that I shall not fall: And so to Him I leave it all.