Lord, how mysterious are thy ways

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.

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.

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.

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.