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FABER'S HYMNS. |
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We share in what is infinite: 'tis outs,
For we and it alike are Thine ; What I enjoy, great God! by right of Thee
Is more than doubly mine.
Thus doth Thy hospitable greatness lie
Outside us like a boundless sea; We cannot lose ourselves where all is home,
Nor drift away from Thee.
Out on that sea we are in harbor still, And scarce advert to winds and tides,
Like ships that ride at anchor, with the waves Flapping against their sides.
Thus doth Thy grandeur make us grand ourselves;
'T is goodness bids us fear; Thy greatness makes us brave as children are,
When those they love are near.
Great God ! our lowliness takes heart to play
Beneath the shadow of Thy state; The only comfort of our littleness
Is that Thou art so great.
Then on Thy grandeur I will lay me down;
Already life is heaven for me: No cradled child more softly lies than I, —
Come soon, Eternity! |
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