A Selection of Hymns ‎#XXXI

XXXI. Providence; or, God working all Things after the Council of his own Will

1 Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design,
Are fram'd upon thy throne above,
And ev'ry dark and bending line,
Meets in the centre of thy love.

2 With feeble light, and half obscure,
Poor mortals thy arrangements view,
Not knowing that the least are sure,
And the mysterious just and true.

3 Thy flock, thy own peculiar care,
Tho' now they seem to roam un-ey'd,
Are led or driven only where
They best, and safest may abide.

4 They neither know nor trace the way,
But trusting to 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design
• Title: Providence; or, God working all Things after the Council of his own Will
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1792
• Topic: Creation and Providence; Counsel of God's will; Providence
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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