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Hymn #7: Thy Way, O God, Is In The Sea

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Glories of God

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7 (C.M.) John Fawcett

Thy way, O God, is in the sea;

Thy paths I can not trace,

Nor comprehend the mystery

Of Thine unbounded grace.

Here the dark veils of flesh and sense

My captive soul surround;

Mysterious deeps of providence

My wond'ring thoughts confound.

When I behold Thine awful hand,

My earthly hopes destroy,

In deep astonishment I stand

And ask the reason why.

As through a glass I dimly see

The wonders of Thy love;

How little do I know of Thee,

Or of the joys above!

Though but in part I know Thy will,

I bless Thee for the sight;

When will thy love the whole reveal

In glory's clearer light?

In rapture shall I then survey

Thy providence and grace,

And spend an everlasting day

In wonder, love, and praise.

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