My soul hath found the living spring,
The source of all her joy,
The river of eternal peace
Which nothing can destroy;
The ocean of unbounded love,
Unstained by earthly clod,
Which floweth on for evermore:
It is the “heart of God”!
Beyond this world’s fast fleeting scenes,
Its darkness and decay,
Above the glory’s highest heights,
In realms of endless day;
Where vulture’s eye hath never seen,
Nor foot of man hath trod,
My ransom’d spirit upward soars,
And finds her all in God.
Yes, God Himself, the living God,
It is His heart I know;
His hand, which holds the universe,
And guideth all below;
That heart and hand are both for me,
In love and power divine,
And, though I’m but a pilgrim now,
In glory I shall shine.
How wonderful! The living God
Should be my Father too,
And, tho’ I’m but a feeble child,
He faithful is, and true;
Accepted in His Son am I,
And all my sins forgiven;
By Jesu’s blood I’m now made nigh,
His home is mine in heaven.
‘Tis wonderful, that such as I,
So guilty and undone,
Should in the Christ of God be blest,
Have life in His dear Son!
Yea, more than life, full fellowship,
And knowledge of His will;
For, since I’ve proved the heart of God,
His love my soul doth fill.
All praise to His most holy Name,
With rapture shall I sing,
When many sons to glory bright
My Saviour home shall bring;
Arrayed in His own comeliness,
They’ll in His beauty shine;
And prove the truth of His own words:—
“Father, all mine are thine.”
S.T.