1 Thy way, O God, is in the sea,
Thy paths I cannot trace;
Nor comprehend the mystery
Of thy unbounded grace.

2 Here the dark veils of flesh, and sense,
My captive soul surround;
Mysterious deeps of providence,
My wandering thoughts confound.

3 When I behold thy awful hand
My earthly hopes destroy,
In deep astonishment I stand,
And ask the reason why?

4 As through a glass I dimly see
The wonders of thy love;
How little do I know of thee,
Or of the joys above!

5 'Tis but in part I know thy will;
I bless thee for the sight;
When will thy love the rest reveal,
In glory's clearer light?

6 With raptures shall I then survey
Thy providence, and grace,
And spend an everlasting day
In wonder, love and praise.