Love’s Retreat

Here would I ever be,

Close to His side,

Who in His love for me

Willingly died.

Here would I ever lie,

Down on His breast,

Proving so tenderly

Heaven’s own rest.

Here would I ever fall,

Down at His feet,

Gladly to share with all

Love’s fond retreat.

Thus shall my spirit have

Calmest repose,

When on life’s stormy wave,

Or amid foes.

Till my glad lip shall wake

Heavenly song,

And the bright morn shall break

Cloudless and long.

Then, Lord, my theme shall be

Only Thy love,

And in Thy Father’s house,

Heaven above,

I shall Thy beauty trace,

Vision sublime,

There see Thy wealth of grace,

Glory divine.