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Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.

By Hymns. II. “Beyond, beyond that boundless sea”

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,

That Thou my God art nigh;—

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.

Thy messenger, the stormy wind;

Thy path, the trackless main;—

These speak of Thee with loud acclaim;

They thunder forth Thy praise,—

The glorious honour of Thy name,

The wonders of Thy ways:

But Thou art not in tempest-flame,

Nor in day’s glorious blaze.

We hear Thy voice, when thunders roll

Through the wide fields of air:

The waves obey Thy dread control;

Yet still, Thou art not there.

Where shall I find Him, O my Soul,

Who yet is everywhere?

Oh, not in circling depth or height,

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.