A Love Song

In ho­li­ness bril­liant

in right­eous­ness bright

Yet sweet in com­pas­sion with touch soft and light

My Fa­ther in ra­vish­ing love now draws nigh

To cher­ish my soul as the gem of His eye.

His co­ve­nant pro­mise

His migh­ty right arm

Embrace me se­cure­ly and keep me from harm.

His faith­ful

long­suf­fer­ing

in­fi­nite grace

Will bring me home safe

where He’ll show me His face.

Till then

my days pass in the palm of His hand;

His Word whis­pers com­fort in ev­ery com­mand.

His pro­mise sus­tains me; my tri­umph is won:

My man­sion is bought with the blood of His Son.

The work of His Spir­it goes on in my heart

Restoring His image with­in by His art

His work­man­ship God­like

His skill so di­vine

His voice speaks with­in me: Be still

and be Mine.

Though dark be the val­ley

though steep be the hill

My com­fort

my re­fuge

is my Fa­ther’s will!

His sweet

soft com­pas­sion will fit me aright

For ho­li­ness bril­liant and right­eous­ness bright.