F. H. Allen

8.7.8.7.

GOD is love: O soul believe it;

Bask beneath His love’s warm rays,

Till thy life shall catch its glory,

And thou, too, with love shalt blaze.

2

God is love: ’tis not by effort

Thou wilt e’er that love return;

’Tis the consciousness He loves thee,

This will cause thy heart to burn.

3

Suffer that His love should hold thee,

As a captive evermore;

Then, in ceaseless streams of blessing,

His great love shall through thee pour.

4

Love shall stamp thine every action,

Love shall utter every word,

And the souls who daily meet thee

Shall behold in thee thy Lord.