a hymn read during a break

as i take a few minutes from pecking my keyboard through a chapter of the dissertation, i read this hymn by benjamin beddome. reminded me of some things a friend is going through currently as he ministers to his congregation in the wake of an accident that seriously injured a church member.

"God's are just, his counsels wise;
No darkness can prevent his eyes;
No thought can fly, nor thing can move,
Unknown to him that sits above.

He in the thickest darkness dwells;
Performs his works, the cause conceals;
But though his methods are unknown,
Judgment and truth support his throne.

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.

Wait, then, my soul, submissive wait,
Prostrate before his awful seat;
And, 'midst the terrors of his rod,
Trust in a wise and gracious God."