There’s not a craving in the mind

Thou dost not meet and still;
There’s not a wish the heart can have
Which Thou dost not fulfill.

All things that have been, all that are,
All things that can be dreamed,
All possible creations made,
Kept faithful, or redeemed;-

All these may draw upon Thy power,
Thy mercy may command,
And still outflows Thy silent sea
Immutable and grand

O little heart of mine shall pain
Or sorrow make thee moan,
When all this God is all for thee,
A Father all thine own?

Faber