God is Love, and Love is sunshine;
And all sunshine, in the home,
Is but faint divine reflection,
Source from whence all sunbeams come.
Did we but the closer follow
Copy for us God doth set,
In His ways of wondrous kindness,
We should never scold or fret.
Home would then be world of sunshine,
Cloudless as a summer day;
Love would lighten all its labor,
Take its cheerlessness away.
All the glories bright of Heaven
Are but glintings of God's love;
Homes that copy Him most closely
Are most like the home above.
Nothing can be drudgery which is truly done for the sake of Love.
