ST. CATHERINE Six 8s. H. F. Hemy and J. G. Walton, 1874 Thou hid-den Love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows, 0:3 4 I see from far Thy beau-teous light, In ly I sigh for Thy My heart is pained, nor can it be At rest till it finds rest in Thee. Amen. 1 THOU hidden Love of God, whose height, 3 Is there a thing beneath the sun Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows, I see from far Thy beauteous light, Inly I sigh for Thy repose; My heart is pained, nor can it be 2 'Tis mercy all, that Thou hast brought That strives with Thee my heart to share? Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone, The Lord of every motion there; 4 O Love, Thy sovereign aid impart To save me from low-thoughted care; Chase this self-will through all my heart, Through all its latent mazes there; Make me Thy duteous child, that I, Ceaseless, may "Abba, Father!" cry. 5 Each moment draw from earth away "I am thy Love, thy God, thy All!" Gerhard Tersteegen, 1729; tr. John Wesley, 1736 (text of 1780) 1 THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee: Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine. 2 When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven,— Those hues, that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord, are Thine. 3 When night, with wings of starry gloom, 4 When youthful spring around us breathes, |