The heart of God, in boundless grace arrayed,
Desires no soul should wander far and fall,
His will, a shepherd’s call, both firm and staid,
To gather all within His tender thrall.
Not swift to judge, nor eager to condemn,
He lingers long, with mercy’s gentle plea,
A father’s love outpours from heaven’s hem,
That none should perish, lost eternally.

Yet freedom reigns, and choice remains our own,
To turn from light or seek His holy face,
Through storm and sin, His patience brightly shone,
A door held wide by unrelenting grace.
So vast His wish—redemption’s song to sing,
For every heart to rest beneath His wing.