|Text:||Thy Ways, O Lord, with Wise Design|
|Composer:||Jeremiah Clarke, d. 1707|
1 Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design,
Are framed upon Thy throne above,
And ev'ry dark and bending line,
Meets in the center of Thy love.
2 With feeble light, and half obscure
Poor mortals Thine arrangements view,
Not knowing that the least are sure,
And, the mysterious just and true.
3 Thy flock, Thine own peculiar care,
Tho' 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.
|First Line:||Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design|
|Title:||Thy Ways, O Lord, with Wise Design|
|Author:||Ambrose Searle (1786)|
|Topic:||Cross and Comfort|