1 I love to reflect on God’s wonderful might;
The pow’r that but spake and at once there was light,
That made the whole earth and the heavens above;
Yet sweetest of all is to think of His love.
Love, love, O how sweet is the word,
Love; love from the heart of the Lord.
There’s nothing in heaven or earth that can move
My heart like the story of Jesus’ great love.
2 I love the bright sunshine, the grass and the tree;
I love the blue sky and the green rolling sea;
The blossoms of spring and the rainbow above,
But brighter and fairer than they is His love. [Refrain]
3 I love the sweet notes of the bird wild and free,
The woodland and brooks with their mild melody;
I hope to hear angel choirs singing above;
But no note so sweet as the tale of His love. [Refrain]
4 I think of the homeland, the land of my rest,
Where toil-weary pilgrims shall finish their quest;
The thing that charms most in that prospect above
Is this, that each heart shall be perfect in love. [Refrain]
Source: Exalted Praise: a twentieth century collection of sacred hymns for the church, Sunday school, and devotional meetings #60
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|Exalted Praise: a twentieth century collection of sacred hymns for the church, Sunday school, and devotional meetings #60||Love, Love, O How Sweet||I love to reflect on God's wonderful might||[I love to reflect on God's wonderful might]||Rev. W. C. Martin||1901|