Thoughts on the Sea shore

In ev'ry object here I see Something, O Lord, that leads to thee. Firm as the rocks the promise stands, Thy mercies countless as the sands, Thy love a sea immensely wide, Thy grace an ever-flowing tide.

In ev'ry object here I see Something, my heart, that points at thee. Hard as the rocks that bound the strand, Unfruitful as the barren sand, Deep and deceitful as the ocean, And like the tides in constant motion.