Title: Our God, to Whom We Turn
Composer: Ahasuerus Fritsch, 1679 Harm. Johann Sebastian Bach, 1724
Author: Edward Grubb, 1925
1. Our God, to whom we turn When weary with illusion, Whose stars serenely burn Above this earth's confusion, Thine is the mighty plan, The steadfast order sure, In which the world began, Endures, and shall endure. 2. Thou art Thyself the truth; Though we, who fain would find Thee, Have tried, with thoughts uncouth, In feeble words to bind Thee, It is because Thou art We're driven to the quest; Till truth from falsehood part, Our souls can find no rest. 3. All beauty speaks of Thee: The mountains and the rivers, The line of lifted sea, Where spreading moonlight quivers, The deep-toned organ blast That rolls through arches dim, Hints of the music vast Of Thine eternal hymn. 4. Thou hidden fount of love, Of peace, and truth, and beauty, Inspire us from above With joy and strength for duty; May Thy fresh light arise Within each clouded heart, And give us open eyes To see Thee as Thou art.