Infinite Love

There’s a love that is sweet­er

Than earth’s sweet­est thing

A love that is free from al­loy;

Not the jewels and wealth

That the whole world could bring

Could pur­chase such rap­tur­ous joy.

Let the web and the woof

Of this in­fi­nite love

Enfold me and wrap me about

Till I stand with the saints

And the an­gels above

Safe home

nev­er more to go out.

There is peace in this love

Peace eter­nal and calm

That soothes all our sor­row and woe;

There is health in its touch

Like sweet Gi­le­ad’s balm

That all who will test it may know.

There is pow’r in this love

Pow’r to quick­en the dead

A pow’r that trans­fig­ures the soul;

That gives joy for the ash­es

Of sor­row and dread

And life while the long ag­es roll.