Verse 1

THOU hidden love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows, I see from far Thy beauteous light, Inly I sigh for Thy repose; My heart is pained, nor can it be At rest, till it finds rest in Thee.

Verse 2

Thy secret voice invites me still The sweetness of Thy yoke to prove; And fain I would: but though my will Seems fixed, yet wide my passions rove; Yet hindrances strew all the way; I aim at Thee, yet from Thee stray.

Verse 3

’Tis mercy all, that Thou hast brought My mind to seek her peace in Thee; Yet, while I seek but find Thee not, No peace my wandering soul shall see: O when shall all my wanderings end, And all my steps to Thee-ward tend!

Verse 4

Is there a thing beneath the sun That strives with Thee my heart to share? Ah, tear it thence, and reign alone, The Lord of every motion there! Then shall my heart from earth be free, When it hath found repose in Thee.

Verse 5

O hide this self from me, that I No more, but Christ in me, may live! My vile affections crucify, Nor let one darling lust survive! In all things nothing may I see, Nothing desire or seek, but Thee!

Verse 6

Each moment draw from earth away My heart, that lowly waits Thy call; Speak to my inmost soul, and say, I am thy Love, thy God, thy All! To feel Thy power, to hear Thy voice, To taste Thy love, be all my choice. Amen.

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