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.

2 I do not ask that I may see
What in the future waits for me;
Let righteousness attend my days,
And thine shall be the humble praise.

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.

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.

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Blessy Christlin


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