I tremble as within my soul Thou art a Sea without a shore; And yet Thou art a Haven too Thou art an unborn Breath unbreathed We know not how or when. Thou art a GOD of fire, that doth All things, dread SPIRIT! to Thy Praise Its one abiding fruit! O Light! O Love! O very GOD! O SPIRIT, beautiful and dread! With love of all Thy Tenderness Thy love of JESUS I adore ; That when I serve my dearest LORD, I THE WILL OF GOD. WORSHIP Thee, sweet Will of God, And every day I live, I seem Thou wert the end, the blessed rule And He has breathed into my soul I love to see Thee bring to nought When simple hearts outwit the wise, The headstrong world, it presses hard I love to kiss each print where Thou I cannot fear Thee, blessed Will; When obstacles and trials seem And leave the rest to Thee. I know not what it is to doubt; I run no risk, for come what will, I have no cares, O blessed Will! And when it seems no chance or change Man's weakness waiting upon GOD Ride on, ride on triumphantly, He always wins who sides with GOD, GOD'S Will is sweetest to him, when Ill that He blesses is our good, And unblest good is ill; And all is right that seems most wrong, If it be His Sweet Will. THE THOUGHT OF GOD. THE thought of GOD, the thought of Thee The thought of Thee, above, below, Is more to me than health and wealth, The thought of GOD is like the tree 'Tis like that soft invading Light The Thread that through life's sombre web It is a thought which ever makes One while it bids the tears to flow, Within a thought so great, our souls And, by its vastness awed, we learn The wild flower on the mossy ground So is it with our humbled souls To think of Thee is almost prayer, O LORD! I live always in pain, Little sometimes weighs more than much, When it has no relief; A joyless life is worse to bear Than one of active grief. And yet, O LORD! a suffering life All murmurs lie inside Thy Will, To think of Thee our rest. |