Horizons
I thank thee, Lord, that thou dost lay
These near horizons on my way.
If I could all my journey see,
There were no charm of mystery,
No veiled grief, no changes sweet,
No restful sense of tasks complete.
I thank thee for the hills, the night,
For every barrier to my sight;
For every turn that blinds my eyes
To coming pain or glad surprise;
For every bound thou settest nigh
To make me look more near, more high;
For mysteries too great to know;
For every thing thou dost not show.
Upon thy limits rests my heart;
Its safe horizon, Lord, thou art.
These near horizons on my way.
If I could all my journey see,
There were no charm of mystery,
No veiled grief, no changes sweet,
No restful sense of tasks complete.
I thank thee for the hills, the night,
For every barrier to my sight;
For every turn that blinds my eyes
To coming pain or glad surprise;
For every bound thou settest nigh
To make me look more near, more high;
For mysteries too great to know;
For every thing thou dost not show.
Upon thy limits rests my heart;
Its safe horizon, Lord, thou art.
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