1 Wait, O my soul, thy maker's will,
Tumultuous passions all be still!
Nor let a murmuring thought arise,
His ways are just, his counsels wise.
2 He in the thickest darkness dwells,
Performs his work, the cause conceals;
But tho' his methods are unknown,
Judgment and truth support his throne.
3 In heaven, and earth, and air, and sea,
He executes his firm decrees;
And by his saints it stands confest,
That what he does is ever best.
4 Wait then, my soul, submissive wait,
Prostrate before his awful seat;
And 'midst the terrors of his rod,
Trust in a wise and gracious God.
|First Line:||Wait, O my soul, thy maker's will|
|Title:||The Unsearchable Wisdom of God|
|Topic:||God: His Wisdom unsearchable|