Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Whate'er My God Ordains is Right by Samuel Rodigast 1676

Born: Oc­to­ber 19, 1649, Gro­ben, Ger­ma­ny.

Died: March 29, 1708, Ber­lin, Ger­ma­ny.

Buried: Kloster Kirche, Berlin, Ger­ma­ny.

Son of a Luth­e­ran min­is­ter, Rod­i­gast at­tend­ed the Un­i­ver­si­ty of Je­na (MA 1671), then joined the phil­o­so­phy fa­cul­ty there. In 1680, he be­came con­rec­tor at the Grey­fri­ars Gym­na­si­um in Ber­lin. He de­clined ap­point­ments as a pro­fess­or at the Un­i­ver­si­ty of Je­na and rec­tor at schools in Stade and Stral­sund, choos­ing to stay in Ber­lin.

This song was translated from Ger­man to Eng­lish by Ca­ther­ine Wink­worth, 1863, and others. Rod­i­gast wrote this hymn to cheer his friend Gas­tor­i­us, pre­cent­or at Je­na, who had b­ecome ser­i­ous­ly ill. Gas­tor­i­us not on­ly re­cov­ered, but went on to write the tune for Rod­i­gast’s words.

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:
His loving thought attends me;
No poison can be in the cup
That my Physician sends me.
My God is true; each morn anew
I’ll trust His grace unending,
My life to Him commending.

Whate’er my God ordains is right:
He is my Friend and Father;
He suffers naught to do me harm,
Though many storms may gather,
Now I may know both joy and woe,
Some day I shall see clearly
That He hath loved me dearly.

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.

2 comments:

Missy @ It's Almost Naptime said...

Have you heard Indelible Grace sing this?

http://www.igracemusic.com/ig1/

Shannon said...

Yes! I love this song :)

When we bought our house early last year, I had the idea to buy old hymnals off of ebay and tear out certain hymns, frame them, and hang them up.

This is one of the hymns that is hanging up in the dining room!