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Eternal spring of boundless grace!

It lifts the soul above,

Where God the Son unveils his face,

And shows that Heaven is love.

Love that revolves through endless years—

Love that can never pall;

Love which excludes the gloom of fears,

Love to whom God is all!

Love which can ransom every slave,

And set the pris'ner free;

Gild the dark horrors of the grave,

And still the raging sea.

Let but the partial smile of Heaven

Upon the bosom play,

The mystic sound of sins forgiven,

Can waft the soul away.

The pilgrim's spirits show this love

They often soar on high;

Languish from this dim earth to move,

And leave the flesh to die.

Sing, oh my soul, rise up and run,

And leave this clay behind;

Wing thy swift flight beyond the sun,

Nor dwell in tents confined.