“God is love;” O! let me ponder
Day by day this depth untold,
Learn how love was “manifested,”
And its “manner,” too, behold.
“Perfect love!” to me, my Father,
Yet its deeper depths unfold.
“God is love” —no lie of Satan
Can this mighty rock remove;
Pass away shall earth and heaven,
But this word is fixed above.
Through the everlasting ages
Still abideth, “God is love.”
“God is love” —this love I measure,
By the giving of His Son;
Love that suffered naught to hinder
Till the work was fully done;
And in resurrection power
Life through Him for sinners won.
“God is love” —but O! the “manner”
Of that love on us bestowed:
Slaves of sin, of wrath the children,
Called to be thy sons, O God!
By the Spirit, “Abba Father”
We are free to cry aloud.