God Is Love

Up and down, to and fro

Over this world of care and woe

The weary and heavy laden go.

Bearing their burdens along the way

Praying for strength from day to day

As only the lips of the sorrowful pray.

Hear them, Oh God, Let they help be given

To guide their basks to sheltering haven.

 

Strengthen the bruised and bleeding feet

So tired of treading life’s stony street

The morning to them was so fair and sweet

With beautiful landscapes and sunbright skies

Where the castles of hope in the air arise

And they struggled eagerly after the prize

But lengthening deserts stretched out to be crossed

And so in the desert their way was lost.

 

So wearily on and on

Without an anchor to lean upon

Feeling only they are alone

Alone in the crowded cities mart

Silently sadly stand they apart

Earth has no balm for the bleeding heart

The way is toilsome so rough and long

And the trembling feet are no longer strong

 

Over the fence on the hill

Under the violets lying so still

Sleeping quietly resting well

Are those who have trodden the selfsame road

Bearing in silence their heavy load

Ascending up to the Throne of God

No longer tired no more alone

Redeemed redeemed by the merciful one.

 

The voyage is long and the night is dark

And the waves break over the bank

And the hand hath little strength to steer

Through the roaring breakers foaming

But pray and Our Father will land near

Though the tempest thunders He can hear

And the blackest wave cannot overwhelm

While His strong hand is on the helm.

 

He will never forsake in the terrible strife

He will guide our bask through perils rife

Til the anchor is dropped in the waters of life

Till the landing is reached on that beautiful shore

Where all lifes trials and sorrow o’er

The feet of the blessed walk evermore

Walk through the pearly gates above

Sweetly singing Our God is Love.