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C. M.
Love of God.
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!
Eliza Scudder.