'Tis Love that banners all the western sky
At eventide when shimmering Love-lights fall
O'er field and wold; and then again at morn,
"Tis Love unfolds her gorgeous curtain in the East,
O'er distant mountain tops.
'Tis Love that firmly holds the vasty deep
Within its bounds, with grasp omnipotent,
And stays its ravages o'er all the land.
'Tis Love unchanging, calm,—forever true,
Which guides a wandering universe of worlds
As one harmonious whole.
'Tis Love that shapes the leaf and paints the rose,
And streaks the fields and woods with countless hues.
'Tis Love that fills the earth with melody
From feathered throats, which hymn the praise of God.
'Tis Love which spreads the panoply on high
And floods the world with light.
'Tis Love,—Christ's Love,—which makes eternal bonds
And seals an everlasting friendship for its own.
'Tis Love forgives,—'Tis Love alone forgets;
'Tis Love remembers only all our good.
'Tis Love which fills the broken heart with balm,
And lifts the fallen with a tender hand.
'Tis Love Divine with healing on her wings,
Which lifts the world from sickness, sin and death.
'Tis Love enthrones Perfection on the earth
And brings a present heaven in our lives.
In Love we live; in Love we daily move,
In Love we have an everlasting Life,
For God is Love, and God is all.
