Who fathoms the eternal thought? Who talks of scheme and plan? The Lord is God! He needeth not The poor device of man. I see the wrong that round me lies, I feel the guilt within; I hear, with groan and travail-cries, The world confess its sin. Yet, in the maddening maze of things, And tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed stake my spirit clings; I know that God is good! And if my heart and flesh are weak To bear an untired pain, The bruised reed he will not break, But strengthen and sustain. I know not what the future hath Of marvel or surprise, Assured alone that life and death His mercy underlies.
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