We limit not the truth of God
To our poor reach of mind,
By notions of our day and sect,
Crude, partial, and confined.
No, let a new and better hope
Within our hearts be stirred:
The Lord hath yet more light and truth
To break forth from His Word.
Darkling our great forefathers went
The first steps of the way;
’Twas but the dawning yet to grow
Into the perfect day.
And grow it shall, our glorious sun
More fervid rays afford:
The valleys passed, ascending still,
Our souls would higher climb,
And look down from supernal heights
On all the bygone time.
Upward we press, the air is clear,
And the sphere-music heard:
O Father, Son, and Spirit, send
Us increase from above;
Enlarge, expand all Christian souls
To comprehend Thy love,
And make us to go on, to know
With nobler powers conferred:
George Rawson (ellacombe)
Every summer my family gets together and sings this hymn as we remember where we come from and who we come from. We are ancestors (many greats removed granddaughter) of John Robinson. This song is a song I always want my congregations to sing at Thanksgiving. A time of the year when we remember that God even in our darkest hour can provide a ray of hope and allow us to be thankful that we were blessed with a great harvest, that we have family and friends around to share food and fellowship. The words of this hymn have always spoke to me; partly because of family memories and pride and being related to the Pilgrim Pastor who sent the Pilgrims to America, partly as they speak of a longing we have to know that God is always present, always revealing something more to us; partly as a hope that the light shines and to be as ready to receive it as any truth; partly to remind me that when ever I think that I know it all, have it all understood, God is their waiting to teach me something new, something more. May you take time this Thanksgiving to let the light of God's word pour onto you.
The Lord hath yet more light and truth To break forth from His Word.