Lord, thy weak thought in vain would climb

1Lord, thy weak thought in vain would climb
To search the starry vault profound;
In vain would wing her flight sublime
To find creation's utmost bound.

2But weaker yet that thought must prove
To search thy great eternal plan,
Thy sovereign counsels, born of love
Long ages ere the world began.

3When my dim reason would demand
Why that or this thou dost ordain,
By some vast deep I seem to stand,
Whose secrets I must ask in vain.

4When doubts disturb my troubled breast,
Here, as on solid rock, I stand,
That so it seemeth good to thee.