37. Providence

1 Thy ways, O Lord! with wise design,
Are fram'd upon thy throne above,
And every dark or bending line,
Meets in the center of thy love.

2 With feeble light, and half obscure,
Poor mortals thy arrangements view;
Not knowing that they all are sure,
And the mysterious just and true.

3 Thy flock, thy own peculiar care,
Though now they seem to roam uney'd
Are led or driven only where
They best and safest may abide.

4 They neither know nor trace the way:
But whilst they trust thy guardian eye,
Their feet shall ne'er to ruin stray,
Nor shall the weakest fail or die.

5 My favor'd soul shall meekly learn,
To lay her reason at thy throne;
Too weak thy secrets to discern,
I'll trust thee for my guide alone.

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First Line: Thy ways, O Lord! with wise design
Title: Providence
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1845
Topic: Of God: Providence of God
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