Flow down from Calvary,
Unlocks my bosom's grateful fountain.
But greater, wider, higher, O my Lord,
My humble walk with thee unfolds thy Word,
Unfolds thy plenitude of love and grace,
And helps thy hand in providence to trace.
And yet high o'er my soul,
Like ocean billows roll,
Unsolved, ten thousand sacred wonders.
I bless thee, O thou wise and loving Guide,