E. M. Grimes
THY mighty Love, O God, constraineth me,
As some strong tide it presseth on its way,
Seeking a channel in my self-bound soul,
Yearning to sweep all barriers away.
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Shall I not yield to that constraining power?
Shall I not say, O tide of Love, flow in?
My God, Thy gentleness hath conquered me,
Life cannot be as it hath hither been.
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Break through my nature, mighty, heavenly Love,
Clear every avenue of thought and brain,
Flood my affections, purify my will,
Let nothing but Thine own pure life remain.
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Thus wholly mastered and possessed by God,
Forth from my life, spontaneous and free,
Shall flow a stream of tenderness and grace,
Loving, because God loved, eternally.