Classic Poem

1. Lord, my weak thought in vain would climb To search the
2. But weaker yet that thought must prove To search thy
starry vault profound; In vain would wing her
great eternal plan; Thy sovereign counsels,
flight sublime, To find creation's outmost bound.
born of love Long ages ere the world began.

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.

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.

5. Be this my joy, that evermore
Thou rulest all things at thy will:
Thy sovereign wisdom I adore,
And calmly, sweetly, trust thee still.