Berean Christadelphian Hymns



 Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess
Thy goodness we adore,
A spring whose blessings never fail,
A sea without a shore.

Sun, moon, and stars, Thy love attest,
In every golden ray:
Love draws the curtain of the night,
And love brings back the day.

Thy bounty every season crowns
With all the bliss it yields;
With joyful clusters loads the vines
With strengthening grain, the fields.

But chiefly Thy compassion, Lord,
Is in the gospel seen;
There, like a sun, Thy mercy shines,
Without a cloud between.

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