“Love covereth all things with silence.” — (Gr. rendering of 1 Cor. 13.)
LOVE covereth, the Love divine―
The Christ its everlasting sign;
Into the deep and cleansing flood
Of Jesus’ sacrificial blood.
It casteth all the sins of men,
And never seeth them again.
Our great transgressions and our small,
With full forgiveness, like a pall,
LOVE COVERETH THEM ALL.
Love covereth; with such a love
Our likeness to our Lord we prove;
So shall we hide beyond our reach,
Below the touch of thought or speech.
The weakness of our fellow men,
And never bring it back again.
The Christ-like lips will not repeat
The whispered gossip of the street,
The foolish act, the hasty word,
Our eyes have seen, our ears have heard;
Another’s fault, another’s fall,
With lender silence, like a pall,
LOVE COVERETH THEM ALL.
Love covereth the aching heart,
The little slights that sting and smart,
The wounded spirit’s deep distress,
With balm of sweet forgetfulness,
The injury that rankles long,
The newer grudge, the ancient wrong,
The bitter memories of wrath,
And hatred’s cruel aftermath;
The world’s injustice, great and small,
With healing silence, like a pall,
LOVE COVERETH THEM ALL.
Annie Johnson Flint.
By courtesy of the copyrighters,
Evangelical Publishers, Toronto.