Providence; or God Working All Things After the Council of His Own Will

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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. Amen.