Thou hidden love of God, whose height,
Whose depth
unfathomed no one knows,
I see from afar thy beauteous light,
And inly sigh for thy repose;
My heart is pained, nor can it
be
At rest, till it finds rest in Thee.
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.
¡¦Tis mercy all that Thou has brought
My mind to seek its
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 theeward tend?
Is there a thing beneath the sun
That strives with Thee my
heart to share?
Ah, tear it hence and reign alone,
The
Lord of every motion there;
Then shall my heart from earth be
free,
When it hath found repose in Thee.
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!
O Love, thy sovereign aid impart
To save me from low
thought care;
Chase this self will from all my heart,
From
all its hidden mazes there;
Make me Thy duteous child that I
Ceaseless may ¡§Abba, Father¡¨ cry.
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.
