Do you guide your paths?
And what torments your heart?
The most faithful caretaker, the one who guides the sky.
The clouds, air and winds give way, run and run.
He will also find ways, because your foot can walk.
You have to trust the Lord, because you will be well.
You have to look at his work, because your work shall exist.
With worries and with troubles and with self-pity, God does not allow himself to
be taken.
He has to be prayed for.
Your faithfulness and grace, oh Father, knows and sees what is good or bad for the
mortal.
And what you then read, you drive, strong hero, and bring into being what
pleases your counsel.
You have a path of all ways, it is not missing in the middle.
Your tone is loud blessing, your course is loud light.
No one can hinder your work, your work must not rest, because you want to do what
is desirable for your children.
And even if all the devils wanted to resist here, God will not go back without
doubt.
What he intended and what he wants to have, that must finally come to its
purpose and purpose.
Hope, oh you poor soul, hope and be unyielding.
God will save you from the cave, because you are plagued by grief.
With great mercy, just wait for the time, so you will already see the sun of the
most beautiful joy.
Give up your pain and worries, good night.
Let go what makes the heart gloomy and sad.
But you are not a regent who should lead everything.
God sits in regiments and leads everything well.
Let him do and wait, he is a wise prince.
And will behave in such a way that you will be amazed.
When he gives you, with wonderful advice, the work that has taken care of you.
He will be deprived of his comfort for a while.
And do to his part, as if in his mind, he had given himself to you.
And you should float for and for in fear and need, as if he did not ask anything of
you.
But it will be that you remain faithful to him.
So he will untie you, because you believe it at least.
He will release your heart from the heavy burden, which you have carried to no evil
so far.
Bless you, you child of faith, you have and bear it.
With fame and gratitude shout the victory and crown of honor.
God gives you the palms in your right hand.
And you sing psalms of joy, to whom your suffering has won.
End, oh Lord, end with all our distress.
Strengthen our feet and hands and let us be in the dead.
And be faithful to your care all the time.
So our paths certainly go to heaven.