628. L. M. Beddome. Submission. 1 Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will! Tumultuous passions, all be still! Nor let one murmuring thought arise; His ways are just, his counsels wise. 2 He in the thickest darkness dwells, Performs his work, -- the cause conceals; But though his methods are unknown, Judgment and truth support his throne. 3 In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas, He executes his firm decrees; And by his saints it stands confessed That what he does is ever best.
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