The Lord's Love





Our Beneficent Lord's Love

               Oh, beneficent Lord, may thy love forever on us descend,
               Tenderly wafting us aloft, as though borne on the softly soaring wings of a dove.
               A dulcet dove of peace—carefully, gently guiding us along as we ascend,
               Lifting us up, directing, inspiring us from heaven above.
               Imparting to mortals here below, with the immortal words
               Of our Savior, thy beloved Son—The Word—inner motivation
               To aid and encourage others, expressing outwards
               To them, in earnest terms of consummate conviction,
               |:Their transcendental, matchless, inimmitable, power—
               A certainty of eternal, superlative, resplendent rewards.:|

                                                                                            Words: Wendell Hall
                                                                                             Music: Wendell Hall