Thou Grace divine, encircling all,

A soundless, shoreless sea!

Wherein at last, our souls shall fall,

O Love of God most free!

2 When over dizzy steeps we go,

One soft hand blinds our eyes,

The other leads us safe and slow,

O Love of God most wise!

3 And though we turn us from thy face,

And wander wide and long,

Thou holdest us still in thine embrace,

O Love of God most strong!

4 The saddened heart, the restless soul,

The toilworn frame and mind,

Alike confess thy sweet control,

O Love of God most kind!

5 But not alone thy care we claim,

Our wayward steps to win:

We know thee by a dearer name,

O Love of God within!

6 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!