Hymn H49

Though by sorrows overtaken;
Lord, Thy servants seem forsaken;
Thy Almighty hand, we know,
Blendeth love with all our woe.

Over earth, and over ocean,
Claiming mortal man's devotion,
Round the living and the dead,
Lord, Thy boundless love is shed.

All to death in this world hasteth
Riches vanish, beauty wasteth;
Yet within Thy servant's breast
Love is an undying guest.

Love Thy kingdom will establish,
Comfort wounded hearts that languish
Pour on them its golden wealth;
Bless them with its heavenly health

Love will bring salvation's morning,
Save the meek, avenge all scorning;
Let thy love chase night away,
Pour on us the light of day.