1 Jesus, the man of constant grief,
A mourner all his days;
His spirit once rejoic'd aloud,
And tun'd his joy to praise.
2 |Father, I thank thy wondrous love,
|That hath reveal'd thy Son
|To men unlearned; and to babes
|Has made thy gospel known.
3 |The mysteries of redeeming grace
|Are hidden from the wise,
|While pride and carnal reasonings join
|To swell and blind their eyes.|
4 Thus doth the Lord of heaven and earth
His great decrees fulfil,
And orders all his works of grace
By his own sovereign will.