Lord, how mysterious are thy ways!
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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.
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I do not ask that I may seeWhat in the future waits for me;Let righteousness attend my days,And thine shall be the humble praise.
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Are darkness and distress my share?Give me to trust thy guardian care;Enough for me, if love divineAt length through every cloud shall shine.
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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.