The Mysteries of Providence

Verse 1

Lord, how mysterious are thy ways! How blind are we, how mean our praise! Thy steps no mortal eyes explore; 'Tis ours to wonder and adore.

Verse 2

Great God! I do not ask to see What in futurity shall be; Let light and bliss attend my days, And then my future hours be praise

Verse 3

Are darkness and distress my share? Give me to trust thy guardian care; Enough for me, if love divine At length through every cloud shall shine.

Verse 4

Yet this my soul desires to know, Be this my only wish below; That Christ is mine! this great request, Grant, bounteous God, and I am blest.