When the Lord of Love Was Here

When the Lord of love was here

Happy hearts to Him were dear

Though His heart was sad;

Worn and lone­some for our sake

Yet he turned aside to make

All the wea­ry glad.

Meek and low­ly were His ways

From His lov­ing grew His praise

From His giv­ing

pray­er;

All the out­cast thronged to hear

All the sor­row­ful drew near

To en­joy His care.

When he walked the fields

He drew

From the flow­ers and birds and dew

Parables of God;

For with­in His heart of love

All the soul of man did move

God had His ab­ode.

Lord

be ours Thy pow­er to keep

In the ve­ry heart of grief

And in tri­al

love;

In our meek­ness to be wise

And through sor­rows to arise

To our God ab­ove.

Fill us with Thy deep de­sire

All the sin­ful to in­spire

With the Fa­ther’s life;

Free us from the cares that press

On the heart of world­li­ness

From the fret and strife.

And

when in the fields and woods

Were are filled with Na­ture’s moods

May the grace be giv­en

With Thy faith­ful heart to say

All I see and feel to­day

Is my Fa­ther’s Heav­en.