My Lord Is Love

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 30, No. 45.

CHRIST, CREATOR AND REDEEMER BY MRS. L. D. AVERY-STUTTLE

I stood at night 'neath the silvery light Of the radiant moon on high, And I watched each star as it shone afar In the chambers of the sky.

And my heart was filled with a love that thrilled My being through and through; My bosom yearned and my spirit burned With a joy that was strange and new.

For I heard a voice from the Father's throne Where the many mansions be, From the throne of light with its splendor bright In the midst of the glassy sea:

"Thy Master's hand hath the glories spanned Thou seest in earth and sky, And the worlds which race through a boundless space Are held by His tireless eye."

I know, my Lord, by Thy mighty word The suns and the systems move; But my heart beats high with a boundless joy To know that Thy name is Love.

And I know—I know that as pure as snow Thou wilt wash my sinful soul, That the crimson stain shall be white again While eternal ages roll.

Yes; I know Thy blood is a cleansing flood That washeth my guilt away; By Thy blessed grace I shall see Thy face In the light of eternal day.