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FATHER, in Thine eternal power,
Thy grace and majesty divine,
No soul, in this weak mortal hour,
Can grasp the glory that is Thine!
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!
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.
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.
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

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