Hymn 2:109 [Lord, We Adore Thy Vast Designs]

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Title:     Hymn 2:109 [Lord, We Adore Thy Vast Designs]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

The darkness of providence.

Lord, we adore thy vast designs,
Th' obscure abyss of providence,
Too deep to sound with mortal lines
Too dark to view with feeble sense.

Now thou array'st thine awful face
In angry frowns, without a smile;
We thro' the cloud believe thy grace,
Secure of thy compassion still.

Thro' seas and storms of deep distress
We sail by faith and not by sight;
Faith guides us in the wilderness
Through all the briers and the night.

Dear Father, if thy lifted rod
Resolve to scourge us here below,
Still we must lean upon our God,
Thine arm shall bear us safely thro'.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 2:109 [lord, We Adore Thy Vast Designs]

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