Beyond, Beyond That Boundless Sea

Beyond

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;

They thun­der forth Thy praise

The glo­ri­ous hon­or of Thy name

The won­ders of Thy ways:

But Thou art not in tem­pest-flame

Nor in day’s glo­ri­ous blaze.

We hear Thy voice

when thun­ders roll

Through the wide fields of air.

The waves ob­ey Thy dread con­trol;

Yet still Thou art not there.

Where shall I find Him

O my soul

Who yet is ev­ery­where?

O! not in circ­ling depth or height

But in the con­scious breast

Present to faith

though veiled from sight

There doth His Spir­it rest.

O come

Thou Pre­sence in­fi­nite

And make Thy crea­ture blest.