Father! in Thine eternal power,
Thy grace, Thy majesty divine,
No soul, in this weak mortal hour,
Can grasp the glory that is Thine!

And yet Thy love is not unknown
To those who have the Saviour seen;
Nor strange to those He calls His own
Pilgrims in scenes where He has been.

In Him Thy perfect love, revealed,
Has led our hearts that love to trace
Where nothing of the love concealed,
But meets us, in our lowly place!

And here we walk as sons, through grace,
A Father’s love our present joy,
Find, in the brightness of Thy Face,
A rest no sorrows can destroy!

How sweet Thy love, that never forgets
To see what fruits Thy children bear
May chasten still, while sin besets,
But with a Father’s tender care!