Around his throne in glory
It wakes immortal song,
And rolls its boundless ocean
Eternity along.
In all my wand'rings from Him,
This mercy held me up,
And in my hours of sorrow
Pour'd nectar in my cup.
And when that stingless pleasure
Which satisfies the mind,
Thro' devious paths forbidden,
I'd rov'd in vain to find;
His Spirit linger'd round me,
And prompted my return,
And with a sense of pardon
Inspir'd my heart to burn.
O! love, all thought transcending!
Love, boundless as the sea!
Encircling every creature,
Throughout eternity!
On this I'll dwell for ever,
Nor sigh for freedom more—
My heart, my tongue—all nature,
This boundless love adore!
My heart shall be a temple
Of never ceasing praise,
And ev'ry morn and evening
Repeat the gladsome lays.
O! thou great Source of being,
In whom alone I live,
Accept my heart; tho' sinful,
'Tis all a wretch can give.
Forgive the plaintive numbers,
Which held my harp so long,
And bless the resignation
Which crowns my gloomy song.