Classic Poem

Let God upon me frown or smile;
?I'll rest upon his name;
He knows, if of approved guile
?My heart does me condemn.
Should he even double my distress,
?In hotter fires to try;
Yet I'll adore his righteousness,
?And on his word rely.
Yea, though he hew me to the root,
?With lifted hand to kill,
Yet, through his grace, I'm resolute,
?That in him trust I will.