THOU HIDDEN LOVE OF GOD, WHOSE HEIGHT

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.

Is there a thing beneath the sun
That strives with Thee my heart to share?
O 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.

O hide this self from me that I
No more, but Christ in me may live!
My vile affections mortify,
Nor let one darling sin survive:
In all things nothing may I see,
Nothing desire, or seek, but Thee.

Each moment calls from earth away
My heart which lowly waits Thy call;
Speak to my inmost soul and say,
'I am thy Life, thy God, thy All!'
To know Thy power, to hear Thy voice,
To feel Thy love, be all my choice.