Only To Sit And Think Of God

Only to sit and think of God,

Oh! What a joy it is!

To think the thought, to breathe the Name,

Earth has no higher bliss.

There's not a craving in the mind

Thou dost not meet and still;

There's not a wish the heart can have

Which Thou dost not fulfil.

O little heart of mine! Shall pain

Or sorrow make thee moan,

When all this God is all for thee,

A Father all thine own?

(Faber)

unknown | Apr 1966
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