Thou hidden love of God, whose height

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.

Thy secret voice invites me still

The sweetness of Thy yoke to prove;

And fain I would: but though my will

Seems fixed

yet wide my passions rove;

Yet hindrances strew all the way;

I aim at Thee

yet from Thee stray.

’Tis mercy all

that Thou hast brought

My mind to seek her peace in Thee;

Yet

while I seek but find Thee not

No peace my wand’ring soul shall see.

Oh

when shall all my wand’rings end

And all my steps to Thee-ward tend!

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.

Oh

hide this self from me

that I

No more

but Christ in me may live;

My vile affections mortify

Nor let one darling sin survive.

In all things nothing may I see

Nothing desire or seek but Thee.

O Lord

Thy sovereign aid impart

To save me from low-thoughted care

Chase this self-will through all my heart

Through all its latent mazes there

Make me Thy duteous child

that I

Ceaseless may Abba

Father

cry.

Each moment draw from earth away

My heart which 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.