Jehovah’s Ways, in Wise Design

Jehovah’s ways

in wise de­sign

Are framed up­on His throne ab­ove;

And ev­ery dark and bend­ing line

Meets in the cen­ter of His love.

With fee­ble light and half ob­scure

Poor mor­tals His ar­range­ments view;

Unknowing

that the least are sure

And the mys­te­ri­ous

just and true.

His flock

His own pe­cul­iar care

Though simp­ly now they seem to roam

Are led or driv­en on­ly where

To bring them

best and saf­est

home.

True; they nor know nor trace the way

But trust­ing to His pierc­ing eye

None of their feet to ru­in stray

None of them fail

or droop

or die.

My fa­vored soul shall meek­ly learn

To lay her rea­son at His throne;

Too weak His sec­rets to dis­cern

Shall trust Him for her guide alone.