Everlasting Love

God's everlasting love ! What wouldst thou more ?'
O true and tender friend, well hast thou spoken.
My heart was restless, weary, sad, and sore,
And longed and listened for some heaven-sent token :
And, like a child that knows not why it cried,
'Mid God's full promises it moaned,' Unsatisfied !'

Yet there it stands. O love surpassing thought,
So bright, so grand, so clear, so true, so glorious ;
Love infinite, love tender, love unsought,
Love changeless, love rejoicing, love victorious !
And this great love for us in boundless store :
God's everlasting love ! What would we more ?

Yes, one thing more ! To know it ours indeed,
To add the conscious joy of full possession.
O tender grace that stoops to every need !
This everlasting love hath found expression
In loving-kindness, which hath gently drawn
The heart that else astray too willingly had gone.

From no less fountain such a stream could flow,
No other root could yield so fair a flower :
Had He not loved, He had not drawn us so :
Had He not drawn, we had nor will nor power
To rise, to come ; — the Saviour had passed by
Where we in blindness sat without one care or cry.

We thirst for God, our treasure is above ;
Earth has no gift our one desire to meet,
And that desire is pledge of His own love.
Sweet question — with no answer ! oh how sweet !
My heart in chiming gladness o'er and o'er
Sings on —' God's everlasting love ! What wouldst thou more ?'