Who is he who will devote himself to be close to Me?@Jeremiah 30:21
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John Wesley (1703-1791)

Johann Scheffler, Heilige Seelenlust (Breslau: 1668) (Du unvergleichlich’s Gut); translated from German to English by John Wesley, Hymns and Sacred Poems, 1739.

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

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

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Dmitri S. Bortniansky (1752-1825)

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?