Thou hidden Love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows, I see from far Thy beauteous light, And inly sigh for Thy repose; My heart is pained, nor can it be At rest till it finds rest in Thee.
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.
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 pow’r, to hear Thy voice, To taste Thy love, be all my choice!