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1 Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design
Are framed 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 Thine arrangements view;
Not knowing that they least are sure,
And the mysterious just and true.
3 Thy flock, Thine own peculiar care,
Though now they seem to roam uneyed;
Are led or driven only where
They best and safest may abide.
4 They neither know nor trace the way;
But whilst they trust Thy guardian eye,
Their feet shall ne'er to ruin stray,
Nor shall the weakest fail or die.
5 My favored 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 |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | Cross and Comfort |