1 My Father’s love I sing;
My song on swiftest wing
Shall upward mount to reach his ear;
I bear the grateful strain,
O’er mountain hill and plain,
To tell his mercies far and near,
His mercies far and near.

2 My Father’s love I sing;
There is no earthly thing
So pure or sweet or strong can be;
O hear his loving call,
O taste his goodness all,
Then magnify his love with me,
His wondrous love with me.

3 Our Father’s love we sing;
And hearts and voices bring
Each his own part the song to swell;
Let the full organ peal,
And all its pow’r reveal,
To aid his love our tongues to tell,
His love our tongues to tell.

4 Our Father’s love we’ll sing;
Till all the earth shall ring,
The chorus grand shall roll along;
No tongue shall silent lie,
On earth or in the sky—
His love the universal song,
The universal song.