Whose Love is this that holds me in strong arms,
guides still my wayward path into its Light,
forbids me not, but pleasures me with sight
to see in endless measure its sweet charm?
Whose Love...
you ask,
...eliminates alarm?
Whose Love has sent ten thousand Saints to flight
and sweeps away like shadow all the night
into the still of morn? Away all harm!
This Love has come to occupy my prayer
and causes muted birds to once more sing!
This Love it is of whom I am aware
still brings to fragrant flower days of spring.
Whose Love has come of which none does compare?
Why, it's the Love of God, our King of kings'.