EN 4675 Thou Grace Divine, Encircling All
Rom.5.2
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Thou grace divine, encircling all,
A soundless, shoreless sea!
Wherein at last our souls must fall
O love of God most free!
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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!
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The saddened heart, the restless soul,
The toil worn frame and mind,
Alike confess thy sweet control,
O love of God most kind!
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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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