O glad the wilderness for me,
And glad the solitary place,
For here O Lord, I learn to see
Thy glorious Face!
Like heavenly fields, the desert sands,
Rejoice and blossom as the rose,
Where through these dry and thirsty lands,
Thy river flows!
Eternal joy from Thee flows down,
Eternal songs e’en now are given;
For long ago Thy work was done
That opened heaven!
O springing Well! O living Tide!
The way, the truth, the life, art Thou!
I drink and I am satisfied,
Now, even now!
We cannot always trace the way
Where Thou, our gracious Lord, doth lead,
But we can always surely say,
That God is love.
When fear its gloomy cloud will fling
O’er earth–our souls, to heaven above,
As to their sanctuary, spring,
For God is love.
When clouds hang o’er our darkened path,
We’ll check our dread, each doubt reprove;
For here each saint sweet comfort hath,
That God is love.
Yes, Thou art love–a truth like this
Can every gloomy thought remove,
And turn our tears and woes to bliss;
Our God is love.