Lord, My Weak Thought in Vain Would Climb

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.

But weak­er yet that thought must prove

To search Thy great eter­nal plan

Thy sov­er­eign coun­sels

born of love

Long ag­es ere the world be­gan.

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.

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.

Be this my joy

that ev­er­more

Thou rul­est all things at Thy will;

Thy sov­er­eign wis­dom I ad­ore

And calm­ly

sweet­ly

trust Thee still.