Hymn Selection

120

L.M.


1
FATHER, in Thine eternal power,
Thy grace and majesty divine,
No soul, in this weak mortal hour,
Can grasp the glory that is Thine!
2
E'en in its thoughts of boundless grace
It leaves us all far, far behind;
The love that gives with Christ a place
Surpasses our poor feeble mind!
3
and yet that love is not unknown
To those who have the Saviour seen;
Nor strange to those He calls His own,
Pilgrims in scenes where He has been.
4
In Him Thy perfect love revealed
Has left our hearts that love to trace,
Where nothing of that love's concealed,
But meets us in our lowly place.
5
And here we walk as sons, through grace,
A Father's love our present joy;
Sons in the brightness of Thy face
Find rest no sorrows can destroy!

J.N. Darby

Tunes for this hymn:

"Wherefore encourage one another, and build up each one the other, even as also ye do."