O Lord, Thy Love's Unbounded

O Lord, Thy love's unbounded,

So sweet, so full, so free;

My soul is all transported,

Whene'er I think on Thee;

Yet, Lord, alas! what weakness

Within myself I find;

No infant's changing pleasure

Is like my wand'ring mind.

And yet Thy love's unchanging,

And doth recall my heart

To joy in all its brightness,

The peace its beams impart.

Yet sure, if in thy presence,

My soul still constant were,

Mine eye would more familiar

Its brighter glories bear.

And thus Thy deep perfections

Much better should I know,

And with adoring fervour

In this Thy nature grow.

Still sweet 'tis to discover,

If clouds have dimm'd my sight,

When passed, Eternal Lover,

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

Oh guard my soul then, Jesus,

Abiding still with Thee;

And if I wander, teach me,

Soon back to Thee to flee,

That all Thy gracious favour

May to my soul be known;

And versed in this Thy goodness,

My hopes Thyself shall crown. J.N.D.