1 Far off we need not rove
To find the God of love;
In his providential care
Ever intimately near,
All his various works declare
God, the bounteous God is here!
2 We live, and move, and are,
Through his preserving care;
He doth still in life maintain
Every soul that moves and lives;
Gives us back our breath again,
Being every moment gives.
3 Who live, O God, in thee
Entirely thine should be:
Thine we are, a heaven-born race,
Only to thy glory move,
Thee with all our powers we praise,
Thee with all our being love.
|First Line:||Far off we need not rove|
|Author:||Charles Wesley (1707-1788)|
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|Audio recording:||Organ, Ab Major, 3|
(Recorded by Clyde McLennan. Ab Major, 3 verses)