The Voice of Praise ‎#125

125. My God, thy boundless love I praise

1 My God, thy boundless love I praise;
How bright on high its glories blaze!
How sweetly bloom below!
In streams from thy eternal throne;
Through heaven its joys forever run,
And o'er the earth they flow.

2 'Tis love that paints the purple morn,
And bids the clouds, in air upborne,
Their genial drops distill!
In every vernal beam it glows,
It breathes in every gale that blows,
And glides in every rill.

3 It robes in cheerful green the ground,
And pours its flowery beauties round,
Whose sweets perfume the gale;
Its bounties richly spread the plain,
The blushing fruit, the golden grain,
And smile in every vale.

4 But in thy word I see it shine
With grace and glories more divine,
Proclaiming sins forgiven;
There Faith, bright cherub, points the way
To realms of everlasting day,
And opens all her heaven.

Text Information

• First Line: My God, thy boundless love I praise
• Author: Moore
• Meter: C. P. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Topic: Attributes of God: Providence; Boundless Majesty

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