Thy Goodness, Lord, Our Souls Confess

Thy good­ness

Lord

our souls con­fess

Thy good­ness we adore:

A spring

whose bless­ings nev­er fail

A sea with­out a shore.

Sun

moon and stars Thy love at­test

In ev­ery cheer­ful ray:

Love draws the cur­tains of the night

And love re­stores the day.

Thy boun­ty ev­ery sea­son crowns

With all the bliss it yields;

With joy­ful clus­ters bend the vines

With har­vests wave the fields.

But chief­ly Thy com­pass­ions

Lord

Are in the Gos­pel seen;

There

like the sun

Thy mer­cy shines

Without a cloud be­tween.

Thy Son

Thy nob­lest

choic­est gift

Was from Thy bo­som sent

To bear from off a sink­ing world

Its load of pun­ish­ment.

Pardon

ac­cept­ance

peace and joy

Are pub­lished in His name;

Ours is the life

the glo­ry ours

And His the death and shame.

Of sov­er­eign grace how wide the reign;

How strong the cur­rent rolls

That bears to Heav’n’s un­bound­ed bliss

Our hell-de­serv­ing souls!