1 And now the wants are told that brought
Thy children to Thy knee;
Here lingering still, we ask for nought,
But simply worship Thee.
2 The hope of heaven's eternal days
Absorbs not all the heart
That gives Thee glory, love, and praise,
For being what Thou art.
3 For Thou art God, the One, the same,
O'er all things high and bright;
And round us when we speak Thy Name,
There spreads a heaven of light.
4 O wondrous peace, in thought to dwell
On excellence Divine;
To know that nought in man can tell
How fair Thy beauties shine.
5 O Thou, above all blessing blest,
O'er thanks exalted far,
Thy very greatness is a rest
To weaklings as we are;
6 For when we feel the praise of Thee
a task beyond our powers,
We say, "A perfect God is He,
And He is full ours."
The Hymnal: Published by the authority of the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A., 1895
|Instances (1 - 2 of 2)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|Small Church Music #7399||And now the wants are told||And now the wants are told||WEYBRIDGE||220.127.116.11|
|The Cyber Hymnal #175||And Now the Wants Are Told||And now the wants are told, that brought||WEYBRIDGE||William Bright||CM||<cite>Hymns and Other Poems</cite>, 1866|