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!