1118    8.7.     Zion’s Trumpet, 1838
“Herein is love.” 1 John 4. 8-16; John 15. 13

1 What is love? My soul would answer,
  Nought deserves the endearing name
  But the God of love, the Saviour,
  Whose dear heart’s a constant flame.

2 View him prostrate in the garden,
  Wet his locks with dews of night,
  Grappling with the powers of darkness,
  Sweating blood, amazing sight!

3 Hear his groans, till he, expiring,
  Cries triumphant, “It is done;”
  Bearing all the wrathful anger
  Which to us was due alone.

4 What is love? My soul would echo
  With the saints in heaven above,
  Who, through Jesus, gone to glory,
  Sing in concert, “This is love!”