S.M. sung to Silchester 1 WHAT raised the wondrous thought, Or who did it suggest, That we, the church, to glory brought, Should with the Son be blest? 2 O God! the thought was Thine, (Thine only it could be), Fruit of the wisdom, love divine, Peculiar unto Thee: 3 For, sure, no other mind, For thoughts so bold, so free, Greatness or strength, could ever find; Thine only it could be. 4 The motives, too, Thine own, The plan, the counsel, Thine! Made for Thy Son, bone of His bone, In glory bright to shine. 5 O God, with great delight Thy wondrous thought we see, Upon His throne, in glory bright The bride of Christ shall be. 6 Sealed with the Holy Ghost, We triumph in that love, Thy wondrous thought has made our boast, Glory with Christ above. | Alternative tunes (S.M.) |