8.8.8.8.8.8. sung to Stella 1 O LORD, Thy rich, Thy boundless love No thought can reach, no tongue declare; O give our hearts its depths to prove, And reign without a rival there! From Thee, O Lord, we all receive, Thine, wholly Thine, alone we'd live. 2 O Lord, how cheering is Thy way! How blest, how gracious in our eyes! Care, anguish, sorrow, pass away, And fear before Thy presence flies. Lord Jesus! nothing would we see, Nothing desire, apart from Thee! 3 In conflict be Thy love our peace! In weakness be Thy love our strength! And when the storms of life shall cease, And Thou to meet us com'st at length, Lord Jesus, then these hearts shall be For ever satisfied with Thee. | Alternative tunes (8.8.8.8.8.8.)
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