O God of grace, our Father,
All praise we give to Thee;
'Tis in Thy sovereign favour
All blessedness we see;
There only is the fountain
Whence living waters flow,
Which like a glorious river
Still gladden as they go.
As Thine Thou didst foreknow us
From all eternity;
Thy chosen, loved ones, ever
Kept present to Thine eye;
And when was come the moment,
Thou, calling by Thy grace,
Didst gently, firmly draw us
Each from his hiding-place.
Thy word, Thyself reflecting,
Doth sanctify by truth,
Still leading on Thy loved ones
With gentle, heav'nly growth.
Thus still the work proceedeth
(The work begun by grace)
In each, made meet, yet training,
To dwell before Thy face.
The Great Cumbrae Ferry
