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1 Whisper’d by the ev’ning breeze,
Chanted in the stately trees,
Sung by brooklet in the vale,
Shouted in the raging gale,
Hear it ringing:—“God is love!”
Gladness bringing, “God is love!”
Sweetest words below,—above,
“God is wisdom, God is love.”
2 In the silence of the night,
In the busy morning light,
In the murm’rings on the shore,
In the crashing thunder’s roar,
Hear it pealing:— “God is love!”
Softly stealing, “God is love!” [Refrain]
3 ‘Tis the them of bird and bee,
Flow’r, and breeze, and land, and sea;
Ev’ry thing in rapture cries,
And the answer from the skies,
Tells the story:— “God is love!”
Speaks His glory, “God is love!” [Refrain]