| Text: | The goodness of God |
| Author: | Steele |
1 Ye humble souls, approach your God
With songs of sacred praise,
For he is good, immensely good,
And kind are all his ways.
2 All nature owns his guardian care,
In him we live and move;
But nobler benefits declare
The wonders of his love.
3 He gave his son, his only son,
To ransom rebel worms;
'Tis here he makes his goodness known
In it's divinest forms.
4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come,
'Tis here our hope relies;
A save defence, a peaceful home,
When storms of trouble rise.
5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard,
The souls who trust in thee;
Their humble Hope thou wilt reward,
With bliss divinely free.
5 Great God, to thy almighty love,
What honors shall we raise?
Not all the raptur'd songs above
Can render equal praise.
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | Ye humble souls, approach your God |
| Title: | The goodness of God |
| Author: | Steele |
| Meter: | C. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1792 |
| Scripture: | |
| Topic: | God; Goodness of God; Goodness of God: In giving his son |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |