Thou Grace Divine, encircling all, A soundless, shoreless sea! Wherein at last our souls must fall, O Love of God most free! When over dizzy heights we go, One soft hand blinds our eyes, The other leads us, safe and slow, O Love of God most wise! And though we turn us from thy face, And wander wide and long, Thou hold’st us still in thine embrace, O Love of God most strong! The saddened heart, the restless soul, The toil-worn frame and mind, Alike confess thy sweet control, O Love of God most kind! But not alone thy care we claim, Our wayward steps to win; We know thee by a dearer name, O Love of God within! And, filled and quickened by thy breath, Our souls are strong and free To rise o’er sin and fear and death, O Love of God, to thee!
The Love of God
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