Thy way, O Lord, is in the sea; Thy paths we cannot trace, Nor comprehend the mystery Of Thine unbounded grace. As through a glass we dimly see The wonders of Thy love; How little do we know of Thee, Or of the joys above! 'Tis but in part we know Thy will; We bless Thee for the sight: Soon will Thy love the rest reveal, In glory's clearer light. With rapture shall we then survey Thy providence and grace; And spend an everlasting day In wonder, love, and praise. John Fawcett
Copied from my grandmother’s hymnal, Hymn Book, Methodist Episcopal Church, South: Nashville, TN, 1901, Hymn #45.
Note: The hymns in this hymnal are not titled. So when I do not know the hymn, I make up a title or simply use the first line.
Photo taken in Milton, FL, 2021