Songs

Thy mighty love, O God, constraineth me

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 1	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.


 2  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.

3   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.

4  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.

						E.M. Grimes