Thou Grace Divine, Encircling All

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!