O GOD OF GRACE by G Gilpin

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