O LORD, THY LOVE'S UNBOUNDED

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O LORD, Thy love's unbounded,

So sweet, so full, so free;

My soul is all transported

Whene'er I think of Thee!

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Yet, Lord, alas! what weakness

Within myself I find;

No infant's changing pleasure

Is like my wand'ring mind.

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And yet Thy love's unchanging,

And doth recall my heart

To joy in all its brightness,

The peace its beams impart.

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Yet sure, if in Thy presence

My soul still constant were,

Mine eye would, more familiar,

Its brighter glories bear.

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And thus Thy deep perfections

Much better should I know,

And with adoring fervour

In this Thy nature grow.

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Still sweet 'tis to discover,

If clouds have dimmed my sight,

When passed, eternal Lover,

Towards me, as e'er, Thou'rt bright.

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O keep my soul, then, Jesus,

Abiding still with Thee,

And, if I wander, teach me

Soon back to Thee to flee;

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That all Thy gracious favour

May to my soul be known;

And, versed in this Thy goodness,

My hopes Thyself shalt crown.

J.N. Darby