O 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,
That through our homes dost move,
Veiled in the soft­ened splen­dor
Of ho­ly house­hold love:
A throne with­out Thy bless­ing,
Were la­bor with­out rest;
And cot­tag­es pos­sess­ing
Thy bless­ed­ness are blest.

Both cot­tages and man­or
In Thee, O Love, re­joice;
Their peace is in Thy pre­sence,
Their gladn­ess in Thy voice:
Good is God’s ho­ly plea­sure
When, through His boun­ty, comes,
In ov­er­flow­ing mea­sure,
Its glad­ness to our homes.

Unite this man and wo­man:
God, bless these hearts made one;
Unsevered and un­blight­ed
May they, through life, go on:
Here, in earth’s home, pre­par­ing
For that bright home ab­ove;
And there for­ev­er shar­ing
Its joy where God is love.