OH LOVE! Thou art that heavenly fire,
Which burneth up all low desire;
A holy flame, that food doth find,
In loving, blessing all mankind.
With step and majesty divine,
And knowing nought of "ME" and "MINE,"
Thy living breath, thy life's supply,
Is universal sympathy.
Unlike the coursers in the race,
Thou hast no bounds of time and place;
But south and north, and east and west,
Thou seekest all, in all art blest.
OH LOVE! Bright heaven is on thy wing;
That heaven o'er all the nations fling;
Scatter its glory near and far,
THE WORLD S BRIGHT LIGHT AND MORNING STAR.
Which burneth up all low desire;
A holy flame, that food doth find,
In loving, blessing all mankind.
With step and majesty divine,
And knowing nought of "ME" and "MINE,"
Thy living breath, thy life's supply,
Is universal sympathy.
Unlike the coursers in the race,
Thou hast no bounds of time and place;
But south and north, and east and west,
Thou seekest all, in all art blest.
OH LOVE! Bright heaven is on thy wing;
That heaven o'er all the nations fling;
Scatter its glory near and far,
THE WORLD S BRIGHT LIGHT AND MORNING STAR.
— Christ in the Soul (1872) L.
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