1 Lord, we adore thy vast designs,
Th' obscure abyss of providence,
Too deep to sound with mortal lines,
Too dark to view with feeble sense.
2 Now thou array'st thine awful face
In angry frowns, without a smile:
We, thro' the cloud, believe thy grace,
Secure of thy compassion still.
3 Thro' seas and storms of deep distress,
We sail by faith, and not by sight;
Faith guides us in the wilderness,
Thro' all the briars, and the night.
4 Dear Father, if thy lifted rod
Resolve to scourge us here below,
Still we must lean upon our God,
Thine arm shall bear us safely thro.
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First Line: | Lord, we adore thy vast designs |
Title: | The darkness of providence |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |