The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns ‎#CLXIV

CLXIV. The Mysteries of Providence

1 Lord, how Mysterious are thy Ways!
How blind are we, how mean our Praise!
Thy Steps can Mortal Eyes explore?
'Tis ours to wonder, and adore.

2 Thy deep Decrees from Creature Sight,
Are hid in Shades of awfull Night;
Amid the Lines, with curious Eye,
Nor Angels minds presume to pry.

3 Great GOD, I would not ask to see,
What in futurity shall be:
If Light and Bliss attend my Days,
Then let my future Hours be Praise.

4 Is Darkness and Distress my Share?
Then let me trust thy guardian Care;
Enough for me, if Love Divine
At length thro' ev'ry Cloud shall shine.

5 Yet this my Soul desires to know,
Be this my only Wish below;
That Christ is mine!--this great Request
Grant, bounteous God--and I am blest.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, how Mysterious are thy Ways!
• Title: The Mysteries of Providence
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• Topic: Supplicatory Hymns

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