Beyond, Beyond, That Boundless Sea

"Who makes winds His messengers,

flames of fire His ministers."

Psalm 104:4

Stormy Sea With Lighthouse

(1900)

J. Claiton

Beyond, beyond, that boundless sea,

Above the dome of sky,

Farther 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 laboring 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 honor 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?

O! not in the circling depth or height,

But in the conscious breast,

Present to faith, though veiled from sight,

There doth His Spirit rest.

O come, Thou Presence infinite!

And make Thy creature blest.

"Beyond, Beyond, That Boundless Sea"

(1824)

Josiah Condor

(1789-1855)

English author, editor, publisher

and hymn writer