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| 52 Thou hidden Love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows; I see from far Thy beauteous light, Inly 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, but find Thee not, 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? AM tear it thence, and reign alone The Lord of every motion there; THE GOODNESS OF GOD Then shall my heart from pain be free When it hath found repose in Thee. O 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 ! |
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