Wait, O my soul, thy Maker’s will

Wait, O my soul, thy Maker’s will. Benjamin Beddome* (1717-1795).  Published in John Rippon*’s Selection of Hymns* (1787) in the first section of the book, entitled ‘The Being and Perfections of God’. It was Hymn XI, in four stanzas, entitled ‘The Wisdom of God’:  Wait, O my Soul, thy Maker’s Will,Tumultuous Passions all be still!Nor let a murmuring Thought arise,Just are his Ways, his Councils wise.  He in the thickest Darkness dwells,Performs his Work, the Cause conceals;But tho’ 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 confest,That what he does is ever best.  Wait then,...