Happy the heart where graces reign,
Where love inspires the breast;
Love is the brightest of the train,
And strengthens all the rest.
Knowledge, alas! ’tis all in vain,
And all in vain our fear;
Our stubborn sins will fight and reign,
If love be absent there.
‘Tis love that makes our cheerful feet
In swift obedience move;
The devils know and tremble too,
But Satan cannot love.
This is the grace that lives and sings
When faith and hope shall cease;
‘Tis this shall strike our joyful strings
In the sweet, realms of bliss.