“Herein is love.” 1 John 4. 8-16; John 15. 13
Zion’s Trumpet, 1838 8.7.
1
What is love? My soul would answer,
Nought deserves the endearing name
But the God of love, the Saviour,
Whose dear heart’s a constant flame.
2
View him prostrate in the garden,
Wet his locks with dews of night,
Grappling with the powers of darkness,
Sweating blood, amazing sight!
3
Hear his groans, till he, expiring,
Cries triumphant, “It is done;”
Bearing all the wrathful anger
Which to us was due alone.
4
What is love? My soul would echo
With the saints in heaven above,
Who, through Jesus, gone to glory,
Sing in concert, “This is love!”
