O Lord, Thy rich, Thy boundless love

1 O Lord, Thy rich, Thy boundless love
No thought can reach, no tongue declare;
O give our hearts its depth to prove,
And reign without a rival there.
From Thee, O Lord, we all receive,
Thine, wholly Thine, alone we'd live.

2 O Lord, how cheering is Thy way!
How blest, how gracious in our eyes!
Care, anguish, sorrow, pass away,
And fear before Thy presence flies.
Lord Jesus, nothing would we see,
Nothing desire, apart from Thee!

3 'Mid conflict be Thy love our peace!
In weakness by Thy love our strength!
And when the storms of life shall cease,
O Jesus, then these hearts shall be
Forever satisfied with Thee.

Source: A Few Hymns and Some Spiritual Songs. Selected 1856, for the Little Flock. Revised, 1881 #274