| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | Hymns.
II. “Beyond, beyond that boundless sea” | | By Josiah Conder (1789–1855) |
| | | BEYOND, beyond that boundless sea, | |
| Above that dome of sky, | |
| Further than thought itself can flee, | |
| Thy dwelling is on high; | |
| Yet dear the awful thought to me, | 5 |
| That Thou my God art nigh;— | |
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| Art nigh, and yet my labouring mind | |
| Feels after Thee in vain, | |
| Thee in these works of power to find, | |
| Or to Thy seat attain. | 10 |
| Thy messenger, the stormy wind; | |
| Thy path, the trackless main;— | |
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| These speak of Thee with loud acclaim; | |
| They thunder forth Thy praise,— | |
| The glorious honour of Thy name, | 15 |
| The wonders of Thy ways: | |
| But Thou art not in tempest-flame, | |
| Nor in day’s glorious blaze. | |
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| We hear Thy voice, when thunders roll | |
| Through the wide fields of air: | 20 |
| The waves obey Thy dread control; | |
| Yet still, Thou art not there. | |
| Where shall I find Him, O my Soul, | |
| Who yet is everywhere? | |
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| Oh, not in circling depth or height, | 25 |
| But in the conscious breast, | |
| Present to faith, though veiled from sight, | |
| There doth His Spirit rest. | |
| Oh come, Thou Presence Infinite! | |
| And make Thy creature blest. | 30 | | | |
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