1 Blest Father, infinite in grace,
Source of eternal joy;
Thou leadst our hearts to that blest place
Where rest's without alloy.
2 There will Thy love find perfect rest,
Where all around is bliss.
Where all in Thee supremely blest,
Thy praise their service is.
3 Eternal love their portion is,
Where love has found its rest;
And, filled with Thee, the constant mind
Eternally is blest.
4 There Christ, the centre of the throng,
Shall in His glory shine:
But not an eye those hosts among
But sees His glory Thine.
5 Thy counsels too in all Thine own,
Fulfilled by pow'r divine,
Spread wide the glory of Thy throne,
Where all in glory shine.
6 Yet deeper, if a calmer, joy
The Father's love shall raise,
And ev'ry heart find sweet employ
In His eternal praise.
7 Nor is its sweetness now unknown,
Well proved in what it's done;
Our Father's love with joy we own
Revealed in Christ the Son.
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| First Line: | Blest Father, infinite in grace |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1881 |