Poems (Rumell)/Love's arms
LOVE'S ARMS
Oh love, Oh truth, Supreme, Divine,May the tired world, thy mantle find.Amid grief and ills, it saves from harm:We learn to seek, thy shelter at first alarm.
In farthest land, as by my side,In thine endless arms, thy children hide.Ah! we need not see thy face nor formWhen we know the power of thine endless arm.