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Unfathomable depths Thou art !
O plunge us in thy mercy's sea ;
With love embrace and cover me.
“O God most hidden and most manifest.”
St. Augustine. O HEIGHT that doth all height excel,
Where the Almighty doth abide! O awful depth unsearchable,
Wherein the Eternal One doth hide !
- O dreadful glory that doth make
Thick darkness round the Heavenly Throne, Through which no angel eye may break,
Wherein the Lord doth dwell alone!
Our fainting souls the quest give o'er,
Their weary wings no longer try; His dwelling we may not explore,
We may not on his glory pry.
What secret place, what distant star,
Is like, dread Lord, to thine abode ? Why dwellest Thou from us so far ?
We yearn for Thee, Thou Hidden God!
Vain searchers! but we need not mourn,
We need not stretch our weary wings; Thou meetest us, where'er we turn, Thou beamest, Lord, from all bright things.
The glory no man may.
abide Doth visit us, a gracious guest, Thou, whom 'excess of light' doth hide,
Here shinest sweetly manifest.
But sweetest, Lord, dost Thou appear
In the dear Saviour's smiling face; The Heavenly Majesty draws near
And offers us its soft embrace.
To us, vain searchers after God,
To us the Holy Ghost doth come: From us Thou hidest thine abode,
But Thou wilt make our souls thy home.
O Glory that no eye may bear !
O Presence Bright, our souls' sweet Guest! O farthest off, O ever near! Most Hidden and most Manifest!
This glorious and fearful name, THE LORD THY
WHO dares attempt th’ Eternal Name
With notes of mortal sound ?
And spread despair around.
Destruction waits to obey his frown,
And Heaven attends his smile;
But love adorns it still.
Celestial King, our spirits lie
Trembling beneath thy feet, And wish, and cast a longing eye
To reach thy lofty seat.
When shall we see the great unknown,
And in thy presence stand? Reveal the splendours of thy throne,
But shield us with thy hand.
In Thee what endless wonders meet!
What various glory shines !
Upon our fainting minds.
Angels are lost in sweet surprise
If Thou unveil thy grace ; And humble awe runs through the skies,
When wrath arrays thy face.
When mercy joins with majesty
To spread their beams abroad, Not all the fairest minds on high
Are shadows of a God.
Thy works the strongest seraph sings
In a too feeble strain,
To reach thy thoughts in vain.
Created powers, how weak they be!
How short our praises fall ! So much akin to nothing we,
And Thou the Eternal All.
In the Bible.
In this Book.
In the Bible.
INDEX OF CHANTS.
And there shall come forth a rod—13. xi.
Behold a king shall reign-Is. xxxii.-XXXV.
From the recesses
Hallelujah! for the Lord God-Rev. xix.
If in this life only-1 Cor. xv.
My soul doth magnify the Lord-Luke i.
O all ye works.
Song of the Three Holy Children
The chariot ! the chariot!
We praise Thee, O God