Methodist-Hymns-147
1: WHEN the Lord of Love was here,
Happy hearts to Him were dear,
Though His heart was sad;
Worn and lonesome for our sake,
Yet He turned aside to make
All the weary glad.
2: Meek and lowly were His ways;
From His loving, grew His praise,
From His giving, prayer:
All the outcast thronged to hear;
All the sorrowful drew near
To enjoy His care.
3: When He walked the fields, He drew
From the flowers, and birds, and dew,
Parables of God;
For within His heart of love
All the soul of man did move,
God had His abode.
4: Fill us, Lord, with Thy deep desire
All the sinful to inspire
With the Father’s life;
Free us from the cares that press
On the heart of worldliness,
From the fret and strife.
5: Lord, be ours Thy power to keep,
In the very heart of grief
And in trial, love;
In our meekness to be wise,
And through sorrow to arise
To our God above. Amen.