“And it shall come to pass, while my glory passeth by, that I will put thee in a cleft of the rock, and will cover thee with my hand while I pass by.”
Exodus 33:22 (76.76.D. Rutherford)
Thy grace, my God, is mighty,
Sufficient for my need;
And from Thy wondrous bounty
My soul will ever feed.
Thy matchless precious presence,
So full of truth and grace,
Shall be my only preference:
I’ll ever seek Thy face.
Thy face, O my Redeemer,
With countenance so fair,
Delights my heart with wonder:
None can with Thee compare.
From wounds of merit costly
Flow pardon, peace and joy,
O blessèd, blessèd Calv’ry!
My God I will enjoy.
And yet, O Lord of mercy,
Withhold Thy hand at times,
For when Thou dost embrace me
My feeble frame declines.
The anguish of Thy glory
My trembling soul can’t bear:
I sink in human frailty,
Without Thy covering care.
O fortify me, Saviour,
With strength that comes from Thee;
Endue my soul, Redeemer,
With sweet serenity.
I long to know such fulness,
But grant me grace to stand,
A vessel with new firmness
Controlled by Thy great hand.
