Full of wonder, full of art,

Full of wisdom, full of pow’r,

Full of kindness, grace, and heart,

Full of comfort flowing o’er,

Full of wonder, still I say,

Is Love’s chaste and gentle sway.

Those who’ve never met before,

Ne’er each other known nor seen,

Never in the idlest hour

Thus employ’d their thoughts have been,

Yet whose hearts and hands in love

Tieth God who lives above!

His child doth this father guide,

That one traineth his each day,

Each their special wind and tide

Speed upon their sep’rate way,

When the time appointed’s there,

Lo! they’re a well-mated pair!

Here grows up a prudent son,

And a noble daughter there;

One will be the other’s crown,

One the other’s rest from care

Each will be the other’s light,

But from both ’tis hidden quite,

Till it’s pleasing in His sight

Who the world holds in His pow’r,

To all giveth what is right

Freely in th’ appointed hour;

Then appears in word and deed

What hath been by Him decreed.

Then Ahasuerus’ eye

First doth quiet Esther see;

To where Sara peacefully

Dwells, Tobias leadeth He;

David then, with pliant will,

Fetcheth prudent Abigail.

Jacob flees from Esau’s face,

And he meeteth Rachel fair;

Joseph in a foreign place

Serves, and winneth Asnath there;

Moses did with Jethro stay,

And bore Zipporah away.

Each one taketh, each doth find

What the Lord doth choose for him;

What in Heaven is design’d,

Comes to pass on earth in time.

And whatever happens thus

Order’d wisely is for us.

This or that might better be,

Oft this foolish thought is ours;

But as midnight utterly

Fails to be like noonday’s hours,

So the feeble mind of man

God’s great wisdom cannot scan.

Whom God joins together live,

What the best is knoweth He,

Our thoughts only can deceive,

His from all defects are free;

God’s work standeth firm for aye,

When all other must decay.

Look at pious children who

Enter’d have the holy state,

How well for them God doth do,

See what joys upon them wait;

To their doings God doth send

Evermore a happy end.

Of their virtues the renown

Blossometh for evermore,

As a shadow when is gone

Of all other love the flow’r;

When truth faileth everywhere,

Their’s still bloometh fresh and fair,

Fresh their love is evermore,

Ever doth its youth renew,

Love their table covers o’er,

Sweetens all they say and do.

Love their hearts aye giveth rest,

When they’re burden’d and oppress’d.

Though things oft go crookedly,

Even then this love is still,

Can the cross bear patiently,

Thinking ’tis the Father’s will.

From this thought doth comfort taste,

Better days will come at last

Meanwhile streams of blessing gives

God with bounty rich and free,

Mind and body He relieves,

And the house too foundeth He;

What is small and men despise,

Makes He great and multiplies.

And when all is over here

That the Lord designs in love,

For His faithful children dear,

Taketh them to courts above,

And with great delight in grace

Folds them in His warm embrace.

Now ’tis ever full of heart,

Full of comfort flowing o’er,

Full of wonder, full of art,

Full of wisdom, full of pow’r,

Full of wonder, still I say,

Is love’s chaste and gentle sway.