Hymn Selection

335

8.7.8.7.


1
LORD, Thy ways are past our searching,
Infinite Thy holy mind!
Thou dost break earth's links asunder,
To Thyself our souls dost bind.
2
By the cords of love Thou drawest
Each blest object of Thy grace;
Thou wilt daily keep us near Thee,
Till in heav'n we see Thy face.
3
Many foes surround our footsteps;
None shall mar our joy in Thee!
Soon will change earth's toil and sorrow
For a bright eternity.
4
We would trust Thee without seeing,
Knowing that Thy way is blest;
Dark or bright, in Thee confiding,
Shall our hearts find peace and rest.

E.H. Chater

Tunes for this hymn:

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