Behind the wheels that human aim must move,
Beneath all truths, which only cannot fall,
Beyond all human faith and human love,
Builder and great inventer of them all
Is God.

He sees the mighty workings of His plans,
He knows the hands that toil with Christian zeal,
With wisdom all our humble work He scans,
Our failures, our successes none can feel
Like God.

And where He sees a want, a real need,
In His great work, a fair field left unsown,
He sends some toiler with the golden seed,
To willing hearts His purposes are shown,
Our God!