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GOD'S LOVE.
It is not only air we breathe,
Who are hung in the awful Space
Where the clouds and the stars enwreathe,
And we rest in the Father's face.
But the Infinite love, below, above,
Laps us in its tender arms;
And as infants we lie, and live and die
Wrapt round from the thorny harms.
For each inspiration is His salvation,
That heedless and blind we draw;
And the rapture felt is a revelation
Divine, and its goodly law.
Who are hung in the awful Space
Where the clouds and the stars enwreathe,
And we rest in the Father's face.
But the Infinite love, below, above,
Laps us in its tender arms;
And as infants we lie, and live and die
Wrapt round from the thorny harms.
For each inspiration is His salvation,
That heedless and blind we draw;
And the rapture felt is a revelation
Divine, and its goodly law.
It is not only meat we take,
As we merrily dine and drink;
While our destiny we unmake,
If in grovelling sense we sink.
But the Infinite love, below, above,
Gives all of us daily bread;
And we fatten and feed, in every need,
Of food on His table spread.
For our answered wishes are God's good dishes
Whereon we in plenty fare,
If they come in guise of sweet flesh or fishes
And attest His boundless care.
As we merrily dine and drink;
While our destiny we unmake,
If in grovelling sense we sink.
But the Infinite love, below, above,
Gives all of us daily bread;
And we fatten and feed, in every need,
Of food on His table spread.
For our answered wishes are God's good dishes
Whereon we in plenty fare,
If they come in guise of sweet flesh or fishes
And attest His boundless care.
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