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Love could not love Thee half so much
If it found Thee not so near; It is Thy nearness which makes love
The perfectness of fear.
We fear because Thou art so good,
And because we can sin; And when we make most show of loves
We are trembling most within.
And, Father! when to us in heaven
Thou shalt Thy Face unveil, Then more than ever will our souls
Before Thy goodness quail.
Our blessedness will be to bear
The sight of Thee so near ; And thus eternal love will be
But the ecstasy of fear.
O God ! that I could be with Thee,
Alone by some sea shore, And hear Thy soundless voice within,
And the outward waters roar.