Beyond, beyond that boundless sea, Above that dome of sky

Verse 1

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.

Verse 2

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;

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

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?

Verse 5

O! not in 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.