1 We read in the dear old chapters,
In times when weary grown,
Of the love that never faileth
To find and bless its own;
And sweet are the words with comfort,
As through this land we go,
The love that has failed us never,
Will fail us not below.

Refrain:
And sweet are the words with comfort,
As thro’ this land we go,
The love that has failed us never,
Will fail us not below.

2 No matter what ills betide us
Here in this lower land,
We can turn from the ills that vex,
And reach the Savior’s hand;
We can lean on the love unfailing,
Like an arm that is strong and true,
And see it is sure and steadfast
The whole long journey through. [Refrain]

3 O love, thou art like a fountain,
The summers can not dry;
Thou comest to hearts aweary,
Like rain from a tender sky;
Refreshed by the gentle shower,
All trust fully we say;
The love that has failed us never,
Will follow us all the way. [Refrain]