Our Souls with Pleasing Wonder View

Our souls with pleas­ing won­der view

The boun­ties of Thy grace;

How much be­stowed

how much re­served

For them that seek Thy face!

Thy li­ber­al hand with world­ly bliss

Oft makes their cup run o’er;

And in the co­ve­nant of Thy love

They find di­vin­er store.

Here mer­cy hides their nu­mer­ous sins;

Here grace their souls re­news;

Here Thine own re­con­cil­èd face

Doth heav’n­ly beams dif­fuse.

But O! what trea­sures yet un­known

Are lodged in worlds to come?

If these th’en­joy­ment of the Way

How hap­py is their home?

And what shall mor­tal worms re­ply?

Or how such good­ness own?

But ’tis our joy that

Lord

to Thee

Thy serv­ants’ hearts are known.

Thine eyes shall read those grate­ful thoughts

No lang­uage can ex­press;

Yet when our live­li­est thanks we pay

Our debts do most in­crease.

Since time’s too short

all gra­cious God

To ut­ter half Thy praise

Lord

to the hon­or of Thy name

Eternal hymns we’ll raise.