Hymn 120 — Father, in Thine eternal power,
| 120 | J. N. DARBY (1800-1882) | L.M. |
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Father, in Thine eternal power, Thy grace and majesty divine, No soul, in this weak mortal hour, Can grasp the glory that is Thine! | |
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E'en in its thoughts of boundless grace It leaves us all far, far behind; The love that gives with Christ a place Surpasses our poor feeble mind! | |
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And yet that love is not unknown To those who have the Saviour seen; Nor strange to those He calls His own, Pilgrims in scenes where He has been. | |
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In Him Thy perfect love revealed Has led our hearts that love to trace, Where nothing of that love's concealed, But meets us in our lowly place. | |
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And here we walk as sons, through grace, A Father's love our present joy; Sons in the brightness of Thy face Find rest no sorrows can destroy! | |