The Lord is good, but none can see
As human eyes but shut can be
He is revealed to mortal man,
Who cannot grasp His endless span.

This boundless God like riches grants
To people in His sight but ants,
Yet He shows love to such degree
Who cannot overwhelmèd be?

In seas of grace and love this vast
Man’s anchor but in vain is cast.
No work of man can here suffice,
But will dissolve in Calvary’s price.

The moment one may fear to drown
His hand of mercy reaches down
It pulls them to the Saviour’s breast
Where grace and love provide a rest.

The Lord is good may one now see
And thank the Lord on bended knee:
“Oh blessed lack of sight that stirred
My faith to grow to trust His Word.”