1 Love divine, how sweet the sound!
May the theme on earth abound:
My the hearts of saints below,
With the sacred rapture glow!
2 Love amazing, large and free,
Love unknown, to think on me!
Let that love upon me shine,
Saviour, with its beams divine.
3 Better than earth's gilded toys,
Or an age of carnal joys;
Better far than Ophir's gold,
Love that never can be told.
4 Better than this life of mine,
Saviour, is thy love divine:
Drop the veil, and let me see
Rivers of this love in thee.
5 While in Mesech's tents I stay,
Love divine shall tune my lay;
When I soar to bliss above
Still I'll praise a Saviour's love.
Source: Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #391
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