The Wisdom of Providence

Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will
Tumultuous passions all be still!
Nor let a murm'ring thought arise,
His providence and ways are wise.

He in the thickest darkness dwells,
Performs the work, the cause conceals
But though his methods are unknown,
Judgment and truth support his throne.

In heav'n and earth, and air, and seas,
He executes his firm decrees;
And by his saints it stands confest,
That what he does is ever best.

Wait then, my soul, submissive wait,
Prostrate before his awful seat:
And 'midst the terrors of his rod,
Trust in a wise and gracious God.