1 Lord, how mysterious are thy ways!
How blind are we! how mean our praise!
Thy steps can mortal eyes explore?
'Tis ours to wonder and adore!
2 Thy deep decrees from creature sight
Are hid in shades of awful night;
Amid the lines, with curious eye,
Nor angels minds presume to pry.
3 Great God! I would not ask to see
What in futurity shall be:
If light and bliss attend my days,
Then let my future hours be praise.
4 Is darkness and distress my share,
Then let me trust thy guardian care;
Enough for me, if love divine
At length through every cloud shall shine.
5 Yet this my soul desires to know,
Be this my only wish below,
"That I am thine!" — This great request
Grant, bounteous God, — and I am blest!
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First Line: | Lord, how mysterious are thy ways! |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
Topic: | Confidence and Resignation: Submission to the all-wise Decrees |
Notes: | Public Domain. |