Hymn of Love

Love Divine and golden!
Mysterious depth and height!
To Thee the world beholden
Looks up for life and light.
O Love Divine and gentle!
The blesser and the blest!
Beneath Whose care parental,
The world lies down in rest;

The fields of earth adore Thee,
The forests sing Thy praise.
All living things before Thee
Their holiest anthems raise;
Thou art the joy of gladness,
The Life of life Thou art,
The dew of gentle sadness,
That, droppeth on the heart.

O Love Divine and tender!
Which through our homes doth move,
Veil'd in the soften'd splendour
Of holy, household love;
A throne without Thy blessing
Were labour without rest;
And cottages possessing
Thy blessedness are blest.

The happy homes of England
In Thee, O Lord, rejoice;
Their peace is in Thy presence,
Their gladness in Thy voice.
Blest be Thy holy pleasure,
That all their joys have come,
In overflowing measure,
To England's central home.

God save the Queen! and cheer her
With hope's reviving ray!
May Heav'n's best blessings near her,
Watch ever night and day!
God bless the Prince! and o'er him
The Holy Spirit brood,
Till he, like one before him,
Be " Albert great and good!"