But the sweetness surpassing all other,
And the richest and tenderest strain,
Rise out of the bosom that knoweth
The feelings of love and pain.
GOD’S LOVE.
I know where’er my feet may be,
Tho’ prone to stray,
His watchful eye is over me
Both night and day.
And tho’ ofttimes this heart has erred
’Mid worldly cares,
I know His pard’ning ear has heard
My humble prayers.
At all times, e’en when I have failed
To do His will,
His love has in my heart prevailed—
And guides me still.