Psalms 57:10

• [Psa 57:10] In Boundless Mercy

  In boundless mercy, gracious Lord, appear, Darkness dispel, the humble mourner cheer; Vain thoughts remove, melt down the flinty heart, Draw every soul to choose the better part. Thy presence fills the universal space, Thy grace appears to all the human race, Oh! visit us with light and life divine, Fill every soul, for every soul is Thine. Thou, blessèd Jesus, art my Lord, my Love: Thou art my King: from Thee I would not move, Hence earthly charms, far, far, from me depart, Nor seek to draw from my dear Lord my heart. That uncreated beauty, which has gained My ravished heart, has all my glory stained: Thy loveliness my soul has prepossessed, And left no room for any other guest.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 108:4

• [Psa 108:4] Thou Hidden Love Of God

  Thou hidden Love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathomed no one 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. Thy secret voice invites me still The sweetness of Thy yoke to prove; And fain I would; but though my will Seems fixed, yet wide my passions rove; Yet hindrances strew all the way; I aim at Thee, yet from Thee stray. ’Tis mercy all that Thou has 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 Theeward tend? 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 hath found repose in Thee. O hide this self from me, that I No more, but Christ in me, may live! My vile affections crucify, Nor let one darling lust survive In all things nothing may I see, Nothing desire or seek, but Thee! O Love, Thy sovereign aid impart To save me from low thoughted care; Chase this self will from all my heart, From all its hidden mazes there; Make me Thy duteous child that I Ceaseless may “Abba, Father” cry. Ah no! ne’er will I backward turn: Thine wholly, Thine alone I am! Thrice happy he who views with scorn Earth’s toys, for Thee his constant Flame; O help that I may never move From the blest footsteps of Thy love! Each moment draw from earth away My heart that lowly waits Thy call; Speak to my inmost soul and say, “I am thy love, thy God, thy all!” To feel Thy power, to hear Thy voice, To taste Thy love, be all my choice.

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  source: Cyberhymnal