Songs

Thy thoughts are here, O God

87
							S.M.

1	Thy thoughts are here, O God
	Expressed in words divine,
	The utterance of heavenly lips
	In every sacred line.

2	Across the ages they
	Have reached us from afar;
	Than the bright gold more golden they,
	Purer than the purest star.

3	Each word of Thine a gem
	From the celestial mines;
	A sunbeam from the holy heaven,
	Where holy sunlight shines.

4	Thine, Thine this book, though given
	In man’s poor human speech,
	Telling of things unseen,  unheard,
	Beyond all human reach.

5	Against this sea-swept rock
	Ten thousand storms their will
	Of foam and rage have wildly spent
	It lifts its calm face till.

6	It standeth and will stand,
	Without or change or age,
	The word of majesty and light,
	The church’s heritage.

								H. Bonar