LOVE is content with naught but Love,
All else, indeed, it but contemns;
The answ’ring heart it owns above
The richest gifts of gold and gems.
Love is the sovereign law on high,
And bows its subjects to the throne;
‘Tis shown to all beneath the sky,
And holds the heart where Christ is known.
God, in His Son, His love reveals,
And says, “My child, give me thine heart.”
The faithful heart of Jesus feels
If from His love a soul depart;
He cares not for our fairest works,
Nor all the sounding words we say,
If in the heart He sees there lurks
The hidden root of Love’s decay.
His love we own. Then let Him claim
The core and center of our hearts;
That they may glow with fervent flame
To Him who all our bliss imparts.
Oh! may the love that burns to Him.
E’er feed itself on Him, its sun;
That it may ne’er grow dull or dim,
But brightly shine while here we run.