My soul hath found the living spring,
The source of all her joy,
The river of eternal peace
Which nothing can destroy;
The ocean of unbounded love,
Unstained by earthly clod,
Which floweth on forevermore:
It is the “heart of God”!
Yes, God Himself, the living God,
It is His heart I know;
His hand, which holds the universe,
And guideth all below;
That heart and hand are both for me,
In love and power divine,
And, though I’m but a pilgrim now,
In glory I shall shine.
How wonderful! The living God
Should be my Father too,
And, though I’m but a feeble child,
He faithful is, and true;
Accepted in His Son am I,
And all my sins forgiven;
By Jesus’ blood I’m now made nigh;
His home is mine in heaven.
‘Tis wonderful, that such as I,
So guilty and undone,
Should in the Christ of God be blest,
Have life in His dear Son!
Yea, more than life, full fellowship,
And knowledge of His will;
For, since I’ve proved the heart of God,
His love my soul does fill.
S.T.