1 Great God of providence ! thy ways
Are hid from mortal sight;
Wrapt in impenetrable shades,
Or cloth’d with dazzling light.
2 The won’drous methods of thy grace
Evade the human eye ;
The nearer we attempt t’ approach,
The farther off they fly.
3 But in the world of bliss above,
Where thou dost ever reign,
Thesee mystries shall be all unveil’d,
And not a doubt remain.
4 The Sun of Righteousness shall there
His brightest beams display,
And not a hovering cloud obscure
That never-ending day.
Benjamin Beddome, in Ripon, A Selection of Hymns from the Best Authors