Scripture Verse

Who is he who will devote himself to be close to Me? Jeremiah 30:21

Introduction

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John Wesley
1703–1791

Words: Jo­hann Scheff­ler, Heil­i­ge Seel­en­lust (Bres­lau [now Wro­cław, Po­land]: 1668) (Du un­ver­gleich­lich’s Gut). Trans­lat­ed from Ger­man to Eng­lish by John Wes­ley, Hymns and Sac­red Po­ems, 1739.

Music: St. Pe­ters­burg at­trib­ut­ed to Dmi­tri S. Bort­ni­an­sky, 1825 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Dmitri S. Bortniansky
1752–1825

A migh­ty host will be found be­fore the throne of God, ga­thered in­to the fold as the re­sult of the min­is­try of the Rev. Ro­bert New­ton, and amongst them, Ben­ja­min Ward, of Old­ham, who was so im­pressed by the man­ner of the preach­er in giv­ing out the verse com­menc­ing, O God, of good the unfathom’d Sea! &c., that he was en­a­bled to give his heart to the Lord af­ter the sing­ing of that first verse.

He joined the Me­tho­dist So­ci­ety at the age of fif­teen, and for for­ty years was ac­tive­ly em­ployed as a class lead­er, as lead­er of the con­gre­ga­tion­al sing­ing, and in the Sun­day School.

Stevenson, p. 50

Lyrics

O God, of good the unfathomed sea!
Who would not give his heart to Thee?
Who would not love Thee with his might?
O Je­sus, lover of mankind,
Who would not his whole soul and mind,
With all his strength, to Thee unite?

Thou shin’st with ev­er­last­ing rays;
Before the insufferable blaze
Angels with both wings veil their eyes;
Yet free as air Thy bounty streams
On all thy works; Thy mercy’s beams
Diffusive as Thy sun’s arise.

Astonished at Thy frowning brow,
Earth, hell, and Hea­ven’s strong pillars bow;
Terrible majesty is Thine!
Who then can that vast love express
Which bows Thee down to me, who less
Than nothing am, till Thou art mine?

High throned upon Hea­ven’s eter­nal hill,
In number, weight, and measure still
Thou sweetly orderest all that is:
And yet Thou deign’st to come to me,
And guide my steps, that I, with Thee
Enthroned, may reign in endless bliss.

Fountain of good, all blessing flows
From Thee; no want Thy fullness knows;
What but Thy­self canst Thou desire?
Yet, self-sufficient as Thou art,
Thou dost desire my worthless heart;
This, only this, dost Thou require.

Primeval beauty! in Thy sight
The first-born, fairest sons of light
See all their brightest glories fade:
What then to me Thine eyes could turn,
In sin conceived, of woman born,
A worm, a leaf, a blast, a shade?

Hell’s armies tremble at Thy nod,
And trembling own the al­migh­ty God,
Sovereign of earth, hell, air, and sky:
But who is this that comes from far,
Whose garments rolled in blood appear?
’Tis God made man, for man to die!

O God, of good the unfathomed sea!
Who would not give his heart to Thee?
Who would not love Thee with his might?
O Je­sus, lover of mankind,
Who would not his whole soul and mind,
With all his strength, to Thee unite?