391a. Thou hidden Love of God, whose height

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.

2 Thy secret voice invites me still
The sweetness of thy yoke to prove;
And fain I would; but, though my will
Seem fixed, yet wide my passions rove.
Yet hindrances strew all the way;
I aim at thee, yet from thee stray. A-men.

3 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 has found repose in thee.

4 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.

Text Information
First Line: Thou hidden Love of God, whose height
Translator: John Wesley, 1703 - 91
Author: Gerhard Tersteegen, 1697 - 1769
Language: English
Publication Date: 1958
Topic: The Church Year: Lent; Holy Communion; The Life in Christ: Repentance and Faith (2 more...)
Notes: This hymn may also be sung to DAVID'S HARP (No. 471)
Tune Information
Name: ST. INGRID
Composer: Gerhard Theodore Alexis, 1889 - 1927
Meter: 8 8, 8 8, 8 8.
Key: F Major



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