THE INFINITE LOVE.
The gates of the “Heavenly City”Stand open both night and day;God, the keeper, feels nothing but pity;He never turns any away.’Tis man who closes the portals,Against his poor brother man.Alas! that short-sighted mortals,Should call it the “Infinite plan!”Our Heavenly Father is tender!He loveth His children too well,To give to each poor offenderThe unceasing torments of “Hell.”His love is more true than a mother’sFor the infant she bears on her breast;More true than a sister’s or brother’s;Oh, then in that love let us rest!
The gates of the “Heavenly City”Stand open both night and day;God, the keeper, feels nothing but pity;He never turns any away.’Tis man who closes the portals,Against his poor brother man.Alas! that short-sighted mortals,Should call it the “Infinite plan!”Our Heavenly Father is tender!He loveth His children too well,To give to each poor offenderThe unceasing torments of “Hell.”His love is more true than a mother’sFor the infant she bears on her breast;More true than a sister’s or brother’s;Oh, then in that love let us rest!
The gates of the “Heavenly City”Stand open both night and day;God, the keeper, feels nothing but pity;He never turns any away.’Tis man who closes the portals,Against his poor brother man.Alas! that short-sighted mortals,Should call it the “Infinite plan!”
The gates of the “Heavenly City”
Stand open both night and day;
God, the keeper, feels nothing but pity;
He never turns any away.
’Tis man who closes the portals,
Against his poor brother man.
Alas! that short-sighted mortals,
Should call it the “Infinite plan!”
Our Heavenly Father is tender!He loveth His children too well,To give to each poor offenderThe unceasing torments of “Hell.”His love is more true than a mother’sFor the infant she bears on her breast;More true than a sister’s or brother’s;Oh, then in that love let us rest!
Our Heavenly Father is tender!
He loveth His children too well,
To give to each poor offender
The unceasing torments of “Hell.”
His love is more true than a mother’s
For the infant she bears on her breast;
More true than a sister’s or brother’s;
Oh, then in that love let us rest!