1 Thy way, O God, is in the sea;
Thy paths I cannot trace:
Nor comprehend the mystery
Of thy unbounded grace.
2 Here the dark veils of flesh and sense
My captive soul surround;
Mysterious deeps of providence
My wond'ring thoughts confound.
3 As thro' 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. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
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Topic: | Dark Providence; Providence of God |