Words: , in Pic­tures of the Old­en Time, as Shown in the For­tunes of a Fam­i­ly of Pil­grims, by her un­cle , 1857.

Music: Abid­ing Grace, , cir­ca 1905.

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!