1 Thy way, O God, is in the sea,
Thy paths I cannot trace,
Nor comprehend the mystery
Of Thine unbounded grace.
2 Here the dark veils of flesh and sense
My captive soul surround;
Mysterious deeps of providence
My wondering thoughts confound.
3 As through a glass, I dimly see
The wonders of Thy love,
How little do I know of Thee,
Or of the joys above!
4 'Tis but in part I know Thy will,
I bless Thee for the sight;
When will Thy love the rest reveal
In glory's clearer light?
5 With raptures shall I then survey
Thy providence and grace;
And spend an everlasting day
In wonder, love and praise.
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First Line: | Thy way, O God, is in the sea |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | God: wonderful in providence; Goodness of God: a ground of trust; Providence(2 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: Fawcett |