1 Thy mighty love, O God, constraineth me,
As some strong tide it presseth on its way,
2 Shall I not yield to that constraining power?
Shall I not say, O tide of love, flow in?
3 Break through my nature, mighty, heavenly love,
Clear every avenue of thought and brain,
4 Thus wholly mastered and possessed by God,
Forth from my life, spontaneous and free,