Love that revolves
It lifts the soul above,
Where God the Son unveils his face,
And shows that Heaven is love.
Love that can never pall;
Love which excludes the gloom of fears,
Love to whom God is all!
And set the pris'ner free;
Gild the dark horrors of the grave,
And still the raging sea.
Upon the bosom play,
The mystic sound of sins forgiven,
Can waft the soul away.
They often soar on high;
Languish from this dim earth to move,
And leave the flesh to die.
And leave this clay behind;
Nor dwell in tents confined.
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