F. H. Allen

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.


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.


Suffer that His love should hold thee,

As a captive evermore;

Then, in ceaseless streams of blessing,

His great love shall through thee pour.


Love shall stamp thine every action,

Love shall utter every word,

And the souls who daily meet thee

Shall behold in thee thy Lord.


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