Hymnal: The Christian Hymn Book
Date: 1865
Compiler: Alexander Campbell
Publisher/Printer: Central Book Concern
First Line: Beyond beyond that boundless sea
Topic: God/In Providence
Writer: <no first name given> Conder
Composer:
Meter: CM six lines
Tune:
Hymn Number: 84
Page Number: 052, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsBeyond, beyond that boundless sea,
Above that dome of sky,
Further than thought itself can flee,
Thy dwelling is on high:
Yet dear the awful thought to me,
That thou, my God, art nigh:--
Art nigh, and yet my laboring mind
Feels after thee in vain,
Thee in these works of power to find,
Or to thy seat attain.
Thy messenger, the stormy wind;
Thy path, the trackless main:
These speak of thee with loud acclaim;
Thy thunder forth thy praise,
The glorious honor of thy name,
The wonders of thy ways:
But thou are not in tempest-flame,
Nor in the noontide blaze.
We hear thy voice when thunders roll
Through the wide fields of air;
The waves obey thy dread control;
But still, thou art not there:
Where shall I find him, O my soul!
Who yet is very where?
O! not circling depth or hight,
But in the conscious breast,
Present to faith, though vailed from sight;
There doth his Spirit rest:
O, come, thou Presence infinite!
And make thy creature blest.