Thou hidden Love of God, whose height
1 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.
2 Thy secret voice invites me still, The sweetness of Thy yoke to prove; And fain I would; but, though my will, Seem fixed, yet wide my passions rove; Yet hindrance strew all the way; I aim at Thee, yet from Thee stray.
3 'Tis mercy all that Thou hast brought
my mind to seek its peace in Thee;
yet, while I seek, but find Thee not,
no peace my wandering soul shall see.
O when shall all my wanderings end,
and all my steps to Thee-ward tend?
4 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.