1 Dear Saviour, bounteous are thy hands,
Thy mercies are unknown:
Thy mighty word,, thy great commands,
Can bring thy blessings down.
2 O Lord, how wond'rous are thy ways,
Thy counsels none can know.
Thy love, thy mercy and thy grace,
Provides for all below.
3 Not as the eyes of men do see,
Or human mind perceive;
That all the world is fed by thee,
And ev'ry creature live.
4 Some thousands once had follow'd thee
Into the wilderness;
Thou hadst compassion them to see,
Faint, hungry, and distress'd.
5 But all their wants were soon supplied
At thy commanding word--
They ate, and all were satisfied,
And praised thee their Lord.
6 O happy they, who on thee wait!
And to thy call's attend;
What joy and comforts will they meet,
With thee, their Lord and friend.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Dear Saviour, bounteous are thy hands |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1816 |
Scripture: | ; |
Topic: | Seventh Sunday after Trinity |
Notes: | Public Domain. |