Unchanging Love


O Lord, Thy love’s unbounded,
So sweet, so full, so free;
My soul is all transported,
Whene’er I think on Thee.

Yet Lord, alas! What weakness
Within myself I find;
No infant’s changing pleasure
Is like my wandering mind.

And yet, Thy love’s unchanging,
And doth recall my heart
To joy, in all its brightness--
The peace its beams impart!

Yet sure, if in Thy presence
My soul still constant were,
Mine eye would, more familiar,
Its brighter glories bear.

And thus, Thy deep perfections
Much better should I know,
And, with adoring fervour,
In this Thy nature grow.

Still, sweet ’tis to discover,
If clouds have dimmed my sight,
When passed, Eternal Lover,
Towards me, as e’er, Thou’rt bright.

Oh guard my soul, then Jesus,
Abiding still with Thee;
And if I wander, teach me
Soon back to Thee to flee;

That all Thy gracious favour
May to my soul be known;
And versed in this Thy goodness
My hopes Thyself shalt crown.

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