Hymn 11. O God of good the unfathomed sea!

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O God of good, the unfathomed sea!

Who would not give his heart to thee?

Who would not love thee with his might?

O Jesus, lover of mankind,

Who would not his whole soul and mind,

With all his strength, to thee unite?


2

Thou shin’st with everlasting rays;

Before the insufferable blaze,

Angels with both wings veil their eyes;

Yet free as air thy bounty streams

On all thy works; thy mercy’s beams

Diffusive as thy sun’s arise.


3

Astonished at thy frowning brow,

Earth, hell, and heaven’s strong pillars bow;

Terrible majesty is thine!

Who then can that vast love express

Which bows thee down to me, who less

Than nothing am, till thou art mine?


4

High throned on heaven’s eternal hill,

In number, weight, and measure still

Thou sweetly orderest all that is:

And yet thou deign’st to come to me,

And guide my steps, that I, with thee

Enthroned, may reign in endless bliss.


5

Fountain of good! all blessing flows

From thee; no want thy fulness knows;

What but thyself canst thou desire?

Yet self-sufficient as thou art,

Thou dost desire my worthless heart;

This, only this, dost thou require.


6

Primeval Beauty! in thy sight

The first-born fairest sons of light

See all things naked and unclean;

Then what must I appear? for I

In their pure eyes, who all things see,

A foul and mortal spot should seem.


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Yea, though thou shouldst my soul destroy,

Cast off, and plunge me into hell,

I care not, so thy angry will

But one moment relenting, I

Can see thy lovely face, and die;

Only let me for ever dwell


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In that abyss of love and grace,

Where God the Son doth always shine;

The glory of unspotted bliss,

My God, my God, my God is mine!


-Johann Scheffler