3 Father, King, whose heavenly face Shines serene upon our race; Mindful of thy guardian care, Slow to punish, prone to spare; We thy majesty adore, We thy well-known aid implore; Not in vain thy aid we call, Nothing want, for thou art all!
60 7s. All the earth doth worship thee.
God eternal, Lord of all! Lowly at thy feet we fall: All the earth doth worship thee, We amid the throng would be.
2 All the holy angels cry, Hail, thrice holy, God Most High, Glorified Apostles raise, Night and day, continual praise.
61 7s, 6 lines. God is love. 1 John 4:8.
Earth, with her ten thousand flowers, Air, with all its beams and showers, Ocean’s infinite expanse, Heaven’s resplendent countenance; All around, and all above, Hath this record—God is love.
2 Sounds among the vales and hills, In the woods and by the rills, Of the breeze and of the bird, By the gentle murmur stirred; All these songs, beneath, above, Have one burden—God is love.
3 All the hopes and fears that start From the fountain of the heart; All the quiet bliss that lies In our human sympathies; These are voices from above, Sweetly whispering—God is love.