So good is my King
that I understand it not.
His words, not true, but truth itself,
Glorious, Exalted, Most Praiseworthy!
I praise Him, not for reason’s sake nor desert,
but this: He is the very meaning of the act.
If He cast me out from His great City
beyond walls and moats, alone in sadness,
forsaken, wondering what wisdom is this…
He is a most gracious sovereign!
and the greatest host!
By remoteness, He draws me near;
by darkness, sharpens my sight.
So good is my King
that I understand it not.
My love for Him must never be
conditioned on His love for me.
that I understand it not.
His words, not true, but truth itself,
Glorious, Exalted, Most Praiseworthy!
I praise Him, not for reason’s sake nor desert,
but this: He is the very meaning of the act.
If He cast me out from His great City
beyond walls and moats, alone in sadness,
forsaken, wondering what wisdom is this…
He is a most gracious sovereign!
and the greatest host!
By remoteness, He draws me near;
by darkness, sharpens my sight.
So good is my King
that I understand it not.
My love for Him must never be
conditioned on His love for me.