Text: | Knowledge at present imperfect |
Author: | Fawcett |
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 wandering thoughts confound.
3 When I behold thy awful hand
My earthly hopes destroy;
In deep astonishment I stand,
And ask the reason, why?
4 As thro' a glass, I dimly see
The wonders of thy love;
How little do I know of thee,
Or of the joys above!
5 '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?
6 With raptures shall I then survey
Thy providence, and grace;
And spend an everlasting day
In wonder, love, and praise.
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First Line: | Thy way, O God, is in the sea |
Title: | Knowledge at present imperfect |
Author: | Fawcett |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Topic: | The Graces of the Holy Spirit: Knowledge; Spiritual knowledge; Knowledge Imperfect at present |