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T04 FABER'S HYMNS.
My God ! with what surpassing love
Thou lovest all on earth, How good the least good is to Thee, How much each soul is worth!
I seem to think if I could spend
One hour alone with Thee, My human heart would come again
From Thy Divinity.
And yet I cannot build a cell
For Thee within my heart, And meet Thee, as Thy chosen do,
Where Thou most truly art.
The bright examples round me seem
My dazzled eyes to hurt; Thy beauty, which they should reflect,
They dwindle and invert.
Therefore I crave for scenes which might My fettered thoughts unbind,
And where the elements might be Like scapegoats to my mind,
Where all things round should loudly tell, Storm, rocks, sea-birds, and sea,
Not of Thy worship, but much more, And only, Lord ! of Thee.