Poem by Paul Gerhardt

The more I read this poem, the more beautiful it is. I think the "thy"s turned me off in the beginning. Found it in "When the darkness will not lift" by John Piper (p36).

Give to the winds thy fears,
Hope and be undismayed,
God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears,
God shall lift up thy head.

Through waves and clouds and storms,
He gently clears thy way;
Wait thou His time; so shall this night
Soon end in joyous day.

Far, far above thy thought,
His counsel shall appear,
When fully He the work hath wrought,
That caused thy needless fear.

Leave to His sovereign sway
To choose and to command;
So shalt thou, wondering, own that way,
How wise, how strong this hand.

Just in case I haven't been listening to God's clear message over the last week or so, there it is again, "Wait thou His time". There's no escaping it!!