Lord, My Weak Thought in Vain Would Climb

Verse 1

Lord, my weak thought in vain would climb to search the starry vault profound; in vain would wing her flight sublime to find creation's utmost bound.

Verse 2

But weaker yet that thought must prove to search thy great eternal plan, thy sov'reign counsels, born of love long ages ere the world began.

Verse 3

When my dim reason would demand why that, or this, thou dost ordain, by some vast deep I seem to stand, whose secrets I must ask in vain.

Verse 4

When doubts disturb my troubled breast, and all is dark as night to me, here, as on solid rock, I rest that so it seemeth good to thee.

Verse 5

Be this my joy, that evermore thou rulest all things at thy will; thy sov'reign wisdom I adore, and calmly, sweetly, trust thee still.