1 We cannot always trace the way,
Where Thou, our gracious Lord, dost move;
But we can always surely say
That God is love.

2 When fear its gloomy cloud will fling
O'er earth--our souls, to heaven above,
As to their sanctuary, spring
For God is love.

3 When clouds hand o'er our darkened path,
We'll check our dread, each doubt reprove;
For here each saint sweet comfort hath,
That God is love.

4 Yes, Thou art love--a truth like this
Can ev'ry gloomy thought remove,
And turn our tears and woes to bliss;
Our God is love.