1 Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design,
Are framed upon thy throne above,
And every dark or bending line,
Meets in the center of thy love.
2 With feeble light, and half obscure,
Poor mortals thy arrangements view,
Not knowing that they all are sure,
And, tho' mysterious, just and true.
3 Thy flock, thy own peculiar care,
Tho, now they seem to roam un-eyed,
Are led by power and goodness where
They best, and safest may abide.
4 They neither know nor trace the way,
But guided by they piercing eye,
None of their feet 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.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799
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|The Cyber Hymnal #6986||Thy Ways, O Lord, with Wise Design||Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design||ST. LUKE (Clarke)||Ambrose Serle||LM||<cite>Horae Solitariae: or Essays upon Some Remarkable Names and Titles of Jesus Christ</cite>, 1786|