Hymn 178 - "Blest Father, infinite in grace,"


Blest Father, infinite in grace,

Source of eternal joy,

Thou lead'st our hearts to that blest place

Where rest's without alloy.



There will Thy love find perfect rest,

Where all around is bliss,

Where all in Thee supremely blest,

Thy praise their service is.



Eternal love their portion is,

Where love has found its rest;

And, filled with Thee, the constant mind

Eternally is blest.



There Christ the centre of the throng,

Shall in His glory shine,

But not an eye those hosts among

But sees His glory Thine.



Thy counsels too in all Thine own,

Fulfilled by power divine,

Spread wide the glory of Thy throne,

Where all in glory shine.



Yet deeper, if a calmer, joy

The Father's love shall raise,

And every heart find sweet employ

In His eternal praise.



Nor is its sweetness now unknown,

Well proved in what it's done;

Our Father's love with joy we own,

Revealed in Christ the Son.