Thou grace divine, encircling all, A soundless, shoreless sea! Wherein at last our souls must fall O love of God most free! 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! 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!
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