Although sorrow and pain grip my heart,
And the hope of my life falls apart,
When the darkness appears to prevail,
When my flesh and my heart seem to fail,
            God is love.

Although billows encompass my soul,
And in waves of affliction they roll;
Although tears are my meat night and day,
Yet His mercy constrains me to say:
            God is love.

Though I tremble in weakness and fright,
And though weeping endures for a night,
There is comfort in God and His word,
And there’s joy in the morning assured.
            God is love.

Oh, there’s hope when all hope seems to fall;
There is hope — for my God’s over all.
He’s my portion, my strength, and my friend,
And His mercy endures without end.
            God is love.