God is Love
FOR MUSIC .
The elm-tree of old felt lonely and cold
When wintry winds blew high,
And, looking below, he saw in the snow
The ivy wandering nigh;
And he said, Come twine with those tendrils of thine
My scathed and frozen form,
For heart and hand together we 'll stand,
And mock at the baffled storm.
Ha, ha! Together.
And so when grief is withering the leaf,
The elm-tree of old felt lonely and cold
When wintry winds blew high,
And, looking below, he saw in the snow
The ivy wandering nigh;
And he said, Come twine with those tendrils of thine
My scathed and frozen form,
For heart and hand together we 'll stand,
And mock at the baffled storm.
Ha, ha! Together.
And so when grief is withering the leaf,