I Sing the Love of God, My Father

I sing the love of God, my Father, Whose Spirit abides within; Who changes all my grief to gladness, And pardons me all my sin. Though clouds may lower, dark and dreary. Yet He has promised to be near; He gives me sunshine for my shadow, And "beauty for ashes," here.

I sing the love of Christ, my Saviour, Who suffered upon the tree; That, in the secret of His presence, My bondage might freedom be, He comes "to bind the broken-hearted;" He comes the fainting soul to cheer; He gives me "oil of joy" for mourning, And "beauty for ashes," here.

I sing the beauty of the Gospel That catters not thorns but flowers; That bids me scatter smiles and sunbeams Wherever are lonely hours. The "garment of His praise" it offers For "heaviness of spirit," drear; It gives me sunshine for my shadow, And "beauty for ashes," here.