LOVE.
Love, beautiful and boundless Love—oh! who shall hymn thy praise?
Who shall exalt thy hallow'd name with fitting anthem-lays?
When shall thy workings all be seen—thy power all reveal'd?
Oh who shall count thy fairy steps upon earth's rugged field?
Who shall exalt thy hallow'd name with fitting anthem-lays?
When shall thy workings all be seen—thy power all reveal'd?
Oh who shall count thy fairy steps upon earth's rugged field?
There are few things of gloom that meet our Sorrow or our Hate,
Where Love and Beauty have not once been portion of their state;
Few things are seen in charmless guise that shutteth out all trace
Of God's infinitude of Joy, of Purity, and Grace.
Where Love and Beauty have not once been portion of their state;
Few things are seen in charmless guise that shutteth out all trace
Of God's infinitude of Joy, of Purity, and Grace.
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