The Love of God (Jackson)

Like a cra­dle rock­ing

rock­ing

⁠Silent

peace­ful

to and fro

Like a mo­ther’s sweet looks drop­ping

⁠On the lit­tle face be­low

Hangs the green earth

swing­ing

turn­ing

⁠Jarless

noise­less

safe and slow;

Falls the light of God’s face bend­ing

⁠Down and watch­ing us be­low.

And as fee­ble babes that suf­fer

⁠Toss and cry

and will not rest

Are the ones the ten­der mo­ther

⁠Holds the clos­est

loves the best

So when we are weak and wretch­ed

⁠By our sins weighed down

dis­tressed

Then it is that God’s great pa­tience

⁠Holds us clos­est

loves us best.

O great Heart of God! whose lov­ing

⁠Cannot hin­dered be nor crossed;

Will not wea­ry

will not ev­en

⁠In our death it­self be lost—

Love di­vine! of such great lov­ing

⁠Only mo­thers know the cost—

Cost of love

which all love pass­ing

⁠Gave a Son to save the lost.