Hymn number 541

MY Father, it is good for me
To trust and not to trace;
And wait with deep humility
For Thy revealing grace.

2

Lord, when Thy way is in the sea,
And strange to mortal sense,
I see Thee in the mystery,
And trust Thy providence.

3

I cannot grasp the secret things
In this my dark abode;
I may not reach with earthly wings
The heights and depths of God.

4

So, faith and patience! wait awhile,
Not doubting, not in fear;
For soon in Heaven my Father’s smile
Shall render all things clear.

5

Then Thou shalt end time’s short eclipse,
Its dim uncertain night;
Bring in the grand apocalypse,
Reveal the perfect light.