Thou, Lord, Art Love, and Everywhere

Thou

Lord

art love

and ev­ery­where

Thy name is bright­ly shown;

Beneath

on earth—Thy foot­stool fair;

Above

in Heav­en—Thy throne.

Thy Word is love; in lines of gold

There mer­cy prints its trace:

In na­ture we Thy steps be­hold

The Gos­pel shows Thy face.

Thy ways are love; though they trans­cend

Our fee­ble range of sight

They wind through dark­ness to their end

In ev­er­last­ing light.

Thy thoughts are love

and Je­sus is

The lov­ing voice they find;

His love lights up the vast ab­yss

Of the eter­nal mind.

Thy chas­tise­ments are love; more deep

They stamp the seal di­vine;

And by a sweet com­pul­sion keep

Our spir­its near­er Thine.

Thy Heav­en is the ab­ode of love!

O bless­èd Lord

that we

May there

when time’s dim shades re­move

Be ga­thered home to Thee!

Then with Thy rest­ing saints to fall

Adoring round Thy throne

When all shall love Thee

Lord

and all

Shall in Thy love be one.