Hymn 51 — O Lord, Thy love's unbounded,
| 51 | J. N. DARBY (1800-1882) | 7.6.7.6. |
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O Lord, Thy love's unbounded, So sweet, so full, so free; My soul is all transported Whene'er I think of Thee! | |
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Yet, Lord, alas! what weakness Within myself I find; No infant's changing pleasure Is like my wand'ring mind. | |
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And yet Thy love's unchanging, And doth recall my heart To joy in all its brightness, The peace its beams impart. | |
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Yet sure, if in Thy presence My soul still constant were, Mine eye would, more familiar, Its brighter glories bear. | |
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And thus Thy deep perfections Much better should I know, And with adoring fervour In this Thy nature grow. | |
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Still sweet 'tis to discover, If clouds have dimmed my sight, When passed, eternal Lover, Towards me, as e'er, Thou'rt bright. | |
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O keep my soul, then, Jesus, Abiding still with Thee, And, if I wander, teach me Soon back to Thee to flee; | |
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That all Thy gracious favour May to my soul be known; And, versed in this Thy goodness, My hopes Thyself shalt crown. | |