You send still more grace as our labors increase,
To added afflictions you add your great mercy,
To multiplied trials you multiply peace.
When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources,
Your gracious, full giving is only begun.
Your love has no limits, your grace has no measure,
Your power no boundary known unto men;
For out of your infinite riches in Jesus,
You give, and still give, and still give yet again.
(revised from a hymn by Annie Johnson Flint)
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