O Gentle, Sweet, And Tender Love !
Greatest And Best Thou Art !
Thou Comest On Thine Angel-Wing
Straight From Our Father’s Heart.

Spirit Of Love, Expand Thy Wings,
Brood O’er My Heart To-Day
Fill Me With Heavenly Tenderness
As Now To Thee I Pray.

God Sendeth Thee, His Messenger,
From His Bright Home Above
And Surely All That Is Of Thee
Are His, For God Is Love !

Faith Leadeth Us Through Earthly Life
Down To The Gates Of Death
There Stays ; For Where “They See His Face
They Have No Need Of Faith.

Hope Cometh To The Threshold Fair,
But Cannot Pass It O’er
For There Our Hopes Are All Fulfilled,
For Ever, Evermore.

But Love Goes Through The Pearly Gates
Into The City Blest,
And Flies On Pinions Swift And Sure,
Straight To Our Father’s Breast.