Verse 1
When reason can no farther go,
And Providential openings fail,
Dost Thou not, Lord, thy counsel show,
Thy secret mind infallible,
To souls who in thy ways stand still,
And dread to miss thy perfect will?
Verse 2
In solemn doubts of import great,
We know, Thou wilt for us decide,
Thy people waiting at thy feet
By sure unerring wisdom guide,
Dispose the lot, thine own decree
T’ explain, and clearly speak for Thee.