“More of Thy love, my God, I find In every hour I live”

A hymn written by Mushett


More of Thy love, my God, I find
    In every hour I live;
More of Thy peace, in heart and mind,
    Doth each sharp trial give.


Up to my Father's high decree
    Each act in time I trace;
Up to the glorious Sovereign Three —
    Almighty Fount of Grace!


The Man who lived and died, and rose
    To perfume heaven with blood;
To Him my soul her pardon owes,
    And claims Him for her God.


There high He reigns in ether bright,
    The great Incarnate Word,
While suns to darkness dwindle quite
    Before their radiant Lord.


Thence low He stoops to watch the lot
    Of souls to Him once given;
And makes the dying sinner's cot
    The glorious gate of heaven.


And Thou, Eternal Spirit vast —
    What love can Thine transcend?
Since Thou Thy lot with me hath cast,
    Indwelling God and Friend.