1 Love of the Father, Love of God the Son,
from whom all came, in whom was all begun;
who formest heav'nly beauty out of strife,
creation's whole desire and breath of life.
2 Thou the all-holy, thou supreme in might,
thou dost give peace, thy presence maketh right;
thou with thy favour all things dost enfold,
with thine all-kindness free from harm wilt hold.
3 Hope of all comfort, splendour of all aid,
that dost not fail nor leave the heart afraid:
to all that cry thou dost all help accord,
the angels' armour, and the saints' reward.
4 Purest and highest, wisest and most just,
there is no truth save only in thy trust;
thou dost the mind from earthly dreams recall,
and bring, through Christ, to him for whom are all.
5 Eternal glory, all the world adore,
who art and shalt be worshipped evermore:
us whom thou madest, comfort with thy might,
and lead us to enjoy thy heav'nly light.
|First Line:||Love of the Father, love of God the Son|
|Title:||Love of the Father|
|Latin Title:||Amor Patris et Filii|
|Paraphraser:||Robert Bridges, 1844-1930|
|Meter:||10 10 10 10|
|Topic:||Christmas; Grace and Providence; Pentecost(1 more...)|
|Notes:||Now Public Domain|
|Copyright:||© Copyright Control|
|Purest and Highest|