THY restless feet now cannot go 
   For us and our eternal good, 
As they were ever wont. What though 
   They swim, alas! in their own flood? 

Thy hands to give Thou canst not lift, 
   Yet will Thy hand still giving be; 
It gives, but O, itself's the gift! 
   It gives tho' bound, tho' bound 'tis free!