O LOVE Divine, that circlest all
Our little seas of strife,
So might I feel thy tender thrall
Upon my wayward life,

The restless tides of ocean creep
Into the sheltered bays,
Thy tides through all my being sweep
And fill its water-ways.

O Love Divine, pure sea of light
About a sea of sin,
Thy blessed radiance to-night
Folds all my darkness in,

And soothes to peace the unquiet shore
Where angry waves have lain,
And spreads a silver mantle o'er
The unsightly rocks of pain,

And stills the moaning of the storm
I thought could not be stayed,
And shames the doubt whose shadowy form
Kept mocking as I prayed.

O Love Divine, that circlest all
Our little seas of strife,
Forever in thy rapturous thrall
Enfold my wayward life!