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 bless�d 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.