Randall moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea¹ And rides upon the sea level rising event. Deep in unfathomable rivers² Of never failing skill He treasures up His neat designs And works His sovereign will. Ye fearful knights, fresh courage take; The Molpies ye so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Creator by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every newpix; The berry may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the grape. Blind unbelief is sure to err And scan His work in vain; Randall is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain.

Posted on 2013-05-24 21:38 by mscha.