1 Thy way, O God, is in the sea;
Thy paths I cannot trace,
Nor comprehend the mystery
Of Thy unbounded grace.
2 Here the dark veils of flesh and sense
My captive soul surround;
Mysterious deeps of Providence
My wondering thoughts confound.
3 As through a glass, I dimly see
The wonders of Thy Love;
How little do I know of Thee,
Or of the joys above!
4 'Tis but in part I know Thy will:
I bless Thee for the sight;
When will Thy Love the rest reveal
In glory's clearer light?
5 With raptures shall I then survey
Thy Providence and Grace,
And spend an everlasting day
In wonder, love, and praise.
|First Line:||Thy way, O God, is in the sea|
|Author:||John Fawcett (1782)|
|Notes:||Alternate tune #204 or #227|
|Copyright:||Composer from index: John Selby, 1762|