1 Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design,
Are framed 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 Thine arrangements view;
Not knowing that they least are sure,
And, the mysterious just and true.
3 Thy flock, Thine own peculiar care,
Though now they seem to roam uneyed,
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 favored 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 |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1895 |
Topic: | The Catechism: Works and Attributes of God |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. Source from Index: Holloway's Coll. |