In heaven's vault, where angels sing,
God's love descends on gentle wing.
Unfathomed grace, so pure and wide,
It flows to every soul, a tide.
No sin too great, no heart too cold,
Can halt the love the Scriptures told.
For every child, lost or astray,
His mercy calls them home to stay.
When doubt and fear besiege the mind,
And faith is hard, and hope is blind,
His love endures, a steadfast light,
Guiding us through the darkest night.
Through trials deep and burdens long,
His love remains our constant song.
In Christ, the proof, the cross, the pain,
He bore our sins, our loss, our gain.
No height, no depth, no life, no death,
Can separate us from His breath.
His love, eternal, ever near,
Wipes away each burning tear.
In every prayer, in every plea,
In every hymn of praise we see,
God's love is there, a holy fire,
Lifting us from earthly mire.
Unconditional, strong, and true,
His promise stands, forever new.
For in His hands, we find our rest,
His love for us, our truest test.
