1 Happy the heart where graces reign, Where love inspires the breast; Love is the brightest of the train, And strengthens all the rest.
9 Knowledge, alas! 'Tis all in vain, And all in vain our fear, Our stubborn sins will fight and reign If love be absent there.
3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet In swift obedience move, The devils know and tremble too, But Satan cannot love.
4 This is the grace that lives and sings When faith and hope shall cease, 'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings In the sweet realms of bliss.
5 Before we quite forsake our clay, Or leave this dark abode, The wings of love bear us away To see our smiling God.