1 Wait, O my soul, thy maker's will,
Tumultuous passions all be still!
Nor let a murmuring thought arise,
His ways are just, his counsels wise.
2 He in the thickest darkness dwells,
Performs his work, the cause conceals;
But tho' his methods are unknown,
Judgment and truth support his throne.
3 In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas,
He executes his firm decrees;
And by his saints it stands confest,
That what he does is ever best.
4 Wait then, my soul, submissive wait,
Prostrate before his awful seat;
And 'midst the terrors of his rod,
Trust in a wise and gracious God.
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First Line: | Wait, O my soul, thy maker's will |
Title: | The Unsearchable Wisdom of God |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1799 |
Topic: | God: His Wisdom unsearchable |