9*. We Cannot Always Trace the Way

8,8,8,4.
by J. Bowring
1
We cannot always trace the way
 
Where Thou, our gracious Lord, dost move;
 
But we can always surely say,
 
That God is love.
2
When fear its gloomy cloud will fling
 
O’er earth — our souls, to heaven above,
 
As to their sanctuary, spring,
 
For God is love.
3
When clouds hang o’er our darkened path,
 
We’ll check our dread, each doubt reprove;
 
For here each saint sweet comfort hath,
 
That God is love.
4
Yes, Thou art love — a truth like this
 
Can every gloomy thought remove,
 
And turn our tears and woes to bliss;
 
Our God is love.
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