A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious: collected from various authors (11th ed.) LXXI. Thou hidden love of God, whose height

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LXXI. Thou hidden love of God, whose height

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1 Thou hidden love of God, whose height,
Whose depth unfathom'd, no man knows,
I see from far thy beauteous light,
I only sigh for thy repose:
My heart is pain'd, nor can it be
At rest, till it finds rest in thee.

2 Thy secret voice invites me still
The sweetness of thy yoke to prove:
And fain I would, but though my will
Seems fixt, yet wide my passions rove:
Yet hindrances strew all the way;
I aim at thee, yet from the stray.

3 'Tis mercy all, that thou hast brought
My mind to seek her peace in thee!
Yet while I seek, but find thee not,
No peace my wand'ring soul shall see:
O when shall all my wand'rings end,
And all my steps to thee-ward tend?

4 Is there a thing beneath the sun,
That strives with thee my heart to share?
Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone,
The Lord of ev'ry motion there!
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
When it hath found repose in thee.

3 Each moment draw from earth away
My heart, that lowly waits thy call;
Speak to my inmost soul, and say
"I am thy Love, thy God, thy All!"
To feel thy pow'r, to hear thy voice,
To taste thy love, be all my choice.