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.

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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.

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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.

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