The lot is cast into the lap
--the die of destiny.
Oh, what will be the outcome
when men devise disaster?
The wicked seem to prosper.
What a painful mystery!
But think of who the creature is
and who remains the master!

CHORUS:
For the heart of the king is in his hand,
And all things must bow to his command.
Though with force, guile and skill
many fight against his will,
Still he silently fulfills
his gracious plan,
For the heart of the king is in his hand.

I may not see the storyline
until the play is done;
I may not hear the inner rhyme
or grasp the hidden reason.
Yet boldly I will go--
I know deliverance must come,
For every purpose has its time;
it blossoms in due season.
CHORUS

'Lift up for him the tree of shame--
his death has been decreed!'
They plot to kill the blameless man
who would not stoop to flatter.
But, trusting in the faithful one
whose grace ordained the deed,
He rises up to free his own,
and the enemy is shattered!
CHORUS (2x)
The heart of the king is in his hand.
The heart of the king is in his hand.