Full of Wonder, Full of Art

Full of won­der

full of art

Full of wis­dom

full of pow­er

Full of kindn­ess

grace

and heart

Full of com­fort flow­ing o’er

Full of won­der

still I say

Is love’s chaste and gen­tle sway.

Those who’ve nev­er met be­fore

Ne’er each oth­er known nor seen

Never in the id­lest hour

Thus em­ployed their thoughts have been

Yet whose hearts and hands in love

Tieth God who lives above!

His child doth this Fa­ther guide

That one train­eth His each day

Each their spe­cial wind and tide

Speed upon their se­pa­rate way

When the time ap­point­ed’s there

Lo! they’re a well-mat­ed pair!

Here grows up a pru­dent son

And a no­ble daugh­ter there;

One will be the oth­er’s crown

One the oth­er’s rest from care

Each will be the oth­er’s light

But from both ’tis hid­den quite

Till it’s pleas­ing in His sight

Who the world holds in His pow­er

To all giv­eth what is right

Freely in th’ap­point­ed hour;

Then ap­pears in word and deed

What hath been by Him de­creed.

Then Aha­sue­rus’ eye

First doth qui­et Es­ther see;

To where Sa­ra peace­ful­ly

Dwells

To­bi­as lead­eth He;

David then

with pli­ant will

Fetcheth prud­ent Abi­gail.

Jacob flees from Es­au’s face

And he meet­eth Ra­chel fair;

Joseph in a for­eign place

Serves

and win­neth As­nath there;

Moses did with Jeth­ro stay

And bore Zip­po­rah away.

Each one tak­eth

each doth find

What the Lord doth choose for him;

What in Heav­en is de­signed

Comes to pass on earth in time.

And what­ev­er hap­pens thus

Ordered wise­ly is for us.

This or that might bet­ter be

Oft this fool­ish thought is ours;

But as mid­night ut­ter­ly

Fails to be like noon­day’s hours

So the fee­ble mind of man

God’s great wis­dom can­not scan.

Whom God joins to­ge­ther live

What the best is know­eth He

Our thoughts on­ly can de­ceive

His from all de­fects are free;

God’s work stand­eth firm for aye

When all other must de­cay.

Look at pi­ous child­ren who

Entered have the ho­ly state

How well for them God doth do

See what joys up­on them wait;

To their do­ings God doth send

Evermore a ha­ppy end.

Of their vir­tues the re­nown

Blossometh for ev­er­more

As a sha­dow when is gone

Of all oth­er love the flow­er;

When truth fail­eth ev­ery­where

Theirs still bloom­eth fresh and fair

Fresh their love is ev­er­more

Ever doth its youth re­new

Love their ta­ble co­vers o’er

Sweetens all they say and do.

Love their hearts aye giv­eth rest

When they’re bur­dened and op­pressed.

Though things oft go crook­ed­ly

Even then this love is still

Can the cross bear pa­tient­ly

Thinking ’tis the Fa­ther’s will.

From this thought doth com­fort taste

Better days will come at last.

Meanwhile streams of bless­ing gives

God with boun­ty rich and free

Mind and body He re­lieves

And the house too found­eth He;

What is small and men des­pise

Makes He great and mul­ti­plies.

And when all is ov­er here

That the Lord de­signs in love

For His faith­ful child­ren dear

Taketh them to courts above

And with great de­light in grace

Folds them in His warm em­brace.

Now ’tis ev­er full of heart

Full of com­fort flow­ing o’er

Full of won­der

full of art

Full of wis­dom

full of pow­er

Full of won­der

still I say

Is love’s chaste and gen­tle sway.