1 My God, thy boundless love I praise;
How bright on high its glories blaze!
How sweetly bloom below!
In streams from thy eternal throne;
Through heaven its joys forever run,
And o'er the earth they flow.
2 'Tis love that paints the purple morn,
And bids the clouds, in air upborne,
Their genial drops distill!
In every vernal beam it glows,
It breathes in every gale that blows,
And glides in every rill.
3 It robes in cheerful green the ground,
And pours its flowery beauties round,
Whose sweets perfume the gale;
Its bounties richly spread the plain,
The blushing fruit, the golden grain,
And smile in every vale.
4 But in thy word I see it shine
With grace and glories more divine,
Proclaiming sins forgiven;
There Faith, bright cherub, points the way
To realms of everlasting day,
And opens all her heaven.
Moore, Henry, 1732-1802. Son of a Presbyterian minister of the same name at Plymouth. Educated at Doddridge's Academy at Northampton, from 1757 to 1788 minister at Modbury, and then at Liskeard. Author of Lyrical and Miscellaneous Poems, published posthumously with a memoir by Dr. Aikin. Of his hymns, which are frequent in the books later than Kippis, the Dukinfield Collection, 1822, gives 5.
1. All earthly charms, however dear. The unfading beauty of holiness.
2. Amidst a world of hopes and fears. A prayer for guidance.
3. Assist us, Lord, to act, to be. Divine Help Solicited.
4. My God, thy boundless love I praise. The divine Love.
5. Soft are the fruitful showers that bring. A song of spring and New Life.… Go to person page >