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<h2>LORD, MY WEAK THOUGHT IN VAIN WOULD CLIMB</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are His judgments, and His ways past finding out!” Romans 11:33</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_p_a_palmer_r.jpg" alt="Ray Palmer (1808-1887)" width="122" height="186"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_p_a_palmer_r.html" target="_blank">Ray Palmer</a>, 1888.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Canonbury,” adapted from Robert Alexander Schumann’s “Nachtstück,” Opus 23, No. 4, 1839 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_c_canonbur.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_s_c_schumann_r.jpg" alt="Robert Alexander Schumann (1810-1856)" width="100" height="130"></td>
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<p>Lord, my weak thought in vain would climb<br>
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To search the starry vault profound;<br>
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In vain would wing her flight sublime<br>
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To find creation’s utmost bound.</p>
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<p>But weaker yet that thought must prove<br>
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To search Thy great eternal plan,<br>
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Thy sovereign counsels, born of love<br>
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Long ages ere the world began.</p>
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<p>When my dim reason would demand<br>
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Why that, or this, Thou dost ordain,<br>
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By some vast deep I seem to stand,<br>
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Whose secrets I must ask in vain.</p>
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<p>When doubts disturb my troubled breast,<br>
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And all is dark as night to me,<br>
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Here, as on solid rock, I rest—<br>
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That so it seemeth good to Thee.</p>
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<p>Be this my joy, that evermore<br>
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Thou rulest all things at Thy will;<br>
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Thy sovereign wisdom I adore,<br>
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And calmly, sweetly, trust Thee still.</p>
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