1 There’s a love that is sweet­er than earth’s sweet­est thing,
A love that is free from al­loy; not the jewels and wealth
That the whole world could bring could pur­chase such rap­tur­ous joy.

Refrain:
Let the web and the woof of this in­fi­nite love
Enfold me and wrap me about, till I stand with the saints
And the an­gels above, wafe home, ne­ver more to go out.

2 There is peace in this love, peace eter­nal and calm,
That soothes all our sor­row and woe; there is health in its touch,
Like sweet Gi­le­ad’s balm, that all who will test it may know. [Refrain]

3 There is pow’r in this love pow’r to quick­en the dead,
A pow’r that trans­fig­ures the soul; that gives joy for the ash­es
Of sor­row and dread, and life while the long ag­es roll. [Refrain]