The Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts ‎#II.109

II.109. Hymn 109

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, through the cloud, believe thy grace,
Secure of thy compassion still.

Through 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 through.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, we adore thy vast designs
• Title: Hymn 109
• Author: Isaac Watts
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1806

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