1.

O Love divine, O noble Love,
Surpassing in your splendor,
You come like dew from heav’n above,
With gentle words so tender.
You comfort all the bruised and poor
Who have remorse and sorrow;
And those who face the trial, sore,
You strengthen for the morrow.

2.

How can we such a love convey—
We praise Him who designed it.
For loving first is heaven’s way,
But flesh can never find it.
In humble heart and serving hand,
It has its roots embedded.
With all who long for freedom’s land
Will heaven’s love be wedded.

3.

Where love, thus true and purified,
Burns in the hearts of brothers,
There’s oneness that’s mature and tried,
And goodness t’ward the others.
No holding grudges, keeping debts,
No gossip or complaining—
Love overlooks and then forgets,
From all reproach abstaining.

4.

May we live heaven’s love today—
May all its grace adorn us.
Its wisdom let us all display
Where’er God’s will has borne us.
We have no greater need or thirst
Or highly sought profession.
To praise Him, love the others first:
This is our true confession.

Written by Lorentz Risnes (published in 1929)Swedish melodyText © Stiftelsen Skjulte Skatters ForlagNorway ⋅ D