Why does my praise so hardly flow
When the hand of God doeth clearly go
Through earth and sky and universe
And even to my little verse?
Why ever do my eyes not see
The ways his love provides for me,
The way he works through all that is
To make of me a son of his?
Why ever is my soul downcast
When love of his eternal lasts,
When steadfast is his loving hand
That brings me to a holy land?
When ever will my heart leap high
To see his hand throughout the sky,
To see his hand in earth below,
Lord, will my heart such sights not know?
When will I know his love so pure
Or sense his steady hand so sure?
Will full I ever bend my knee
So one day I’ll his glory see?
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