  SAY not, I love the Lord, unless you find Within you, welling up by day and night, A love, strong, full, and deep, for humankind— Unless you find it always a delight To show the weary one a resting-place— To show the doubting one Faith’s shining way— To show the erring one the door of Grace— To show the sorrowing one where they may lay Their broken hearts,—the heaviness—the care— The grief, the agony too sharp to bear. When each man is the neighbor whom we love, According to the gracious measure of His word, Then may we lift our eyes to heaven above, And say with rapture sweet: I love the Lord. |
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