Thou Lord, art love, and everywhere Thy Name is brightly shown; Beneath, on earth?Thy footstool fair; Above, in heaven?Thy throne. Thy Word is love; in lines of gold There mercy prints its trace: In nature we Thy steps behold, The Gospel shows Thy face. Thy ways are love; though they transcend Our feeble range of sight, They wind through darkness to their end In everlasting light. Thy thoughts are love, and Jesus is The loving voice they find; His love lights up the vast abyss Of the Eternal Mind. Thy chastisements are love; more deep They stamp the seal divine; And by a sweet compulsion keep Our spirits nearer Thine. Thy heaven is the abode of love! O bless?d Lord, that we May there, when time's dim shades remove, Be gathered home to Thee! Then with Thy resting saints to fall Adoring round Thy throne, When all shall love Thee, Lord, and all Shall in Thy love be one.