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(852) Heb. 12:6.
I cannot always trace the way
Where thou, Almighty One, dost move;
But I can always, always say,
That God is love, that God is love.
2 When fear her chilling mantle flings
O’er earth, my soul to heaven above,
As to her native home, upsprings,
For God is love, for God is love.
3 When mystery clouds my darkened path,
I’ll check my dread, my doubts reprove;
In this my soul sweet comfort hath,
That God is love, that God is love.
4. Yes, God is love;—a thought like this
Can every gloomy thought remove,
And turn all tears, all woes, to bliss,
For God is love, for God is love.
Anon.