1 Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design,
Are fram'd upon thy throne above,
And every dark or bending line,
Meets in the centre of thy love.
2 With feeble light, and half obscure,
Poor mortals thy arrangements view,
Not knowing that they all are sure,
And, tho' mysterious, just and true.
3 Thy flock, thy own peculiar care,
Tho' now they seem to roam un-ey'd,
Are led by power and goodness where
They best, and safest may abide.
4 They neither know nor trace the way,
But guided by thy piercing eye,
None of their feet 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: | The safety of trusting in God's wise Providence |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1799 |
Topic: | Providence: Trust in |