The Mysteries of Providence. |
139. C. M. Beddome. The Mysteries of Providence. 1 Almighty God! thy wondrous works Of providence and grace, An angel's perfect mind exceed, And all our pride abase. 2 Stupendous heights! amazing depths! Creatures in vain explore: Or, if a transient glimpse we gain, 'Tis faint and quickly o'er. 3 Though all the mysteries lie concealed Beyond what we can see, Grant us the knowledge of ourselves, The knowledge, Lord, of thee.
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