This hymn – not Catholic by any stretch, nor (for a change) English but an old protestant standby – has been on my heart and lips this week. Actually since last week. We suffered a bit of a dissapointment and I was bitterly upset, with the emphasis on bitter. So it makes no sense that I should find myself singing this song of praise and thanksgiving, except that I am. And in the Divine Economy, I’m sure it makes the kind of sense that eye has not seen, nor the mind of man comprehendeth.
You may find the words here.