1.

HOU hidden love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows, I see from far thy beauteous light,

THOU

Inly I sigh for thy repose;

My heart is pained, nor can it be
At rest till it finds rest in thee.

2.

Thy secret voice invites me still

The sweetness of thy yoke to prove, And fain I would; but though my will Seem fixed, yet wide my passions rove, Yet hindrances strew all the way:

I aim at thee, yet from thee stray.

3.

'Tis mercy all that thou hast brought

My mind to seek her peace in thee;
Yet, while I seek, but find thee not,

No peace my wandering soul shall see.
O, when shall all my wanderings end,
And all my steps to thee-ward tend?

4.

Is there a thing beneath the sun

That strives with thee my heart to share?

Ah, tear it thence, and reign alone,

The Lord of every motion there! Then shall my heart from earth be free, When it has found repose in thee.

GERHARD Tersteegen, 1697-1769.
Tr. JOHN WESLEY, 1703-1791.

I.

WE

E praise thee with the earliest morning ray;
We praise thee with the parting beam of day:
All things that live and move, by sea and land,
Forever ready at thy service stand.

2.

Thy Christendom is singing night and day,
"Glory to him, the mighty God, for aye,
By whom, through whom, in whom, all beings are!"
Grant us to echo on the song afar.

3.

Thy name is great, thy kingdom in us dwell,
Thy will constrain and feed and guide us well:
Spare us, redeem us in the evil hour;

For thine the glory, thine the rule, the power!

JOHANN FRANCK, 1618-1677.

Tr. CATHERINE WINKWORTH, 1829-1878.