|Thou hidden Love of God, whose height,|
Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows
I see from far Thy beauteous light,
In'ly I sigh for Thy repose;
My heart is pained, nor can it be
At rest, till it find rest in Thee.
'Tis mercy all, that Thou hast brought,
My heart to seek for peace in Thee;
Yet while I seek for peace in Thee;
No peace my wandering mind shall see;
Oh, when shall all my wanderings end,
And all my steps to Theeward tend?
Is there a thing beneath the sun
That strives with Thee my heart to share?
Ah! tear is thence, and reign alone
The Lord of every motion there;
Then shall my heart from pain be free
When it hath found repose in Thee.
Oh Lord, Thy sovereign aid impart,
To save me from low thoughted care;
Chase this selfwill through all my heart,
Through all its latent mazes there:
Make me Thy duteous child, that I
Ceaseless may Abba, Father, cry!