This is news of heavenly birth:
Speed abroad and widely spread it,
Make it known through all the earth
That God is love.
Not in yonder blessed regions,
Where the Lord, with glory crowned,
Reigns amid angelic legions,
Will the brightest proof be found
That God is love.
‘Tis on earth the Lord discloses
All His love, how vast it is;
Earth’s the favoured spot He chooses
To display the truth of this,
That God is love.
‘Tis that Man of sorrows yonder
Object of contempt beneath,
But, in heaven, of highest wonder,
Teaches fully by His death
That God is love.
His a throne, the throne of heaven,
Yet He comes on earth to bleed,
And for man His life is given;
This is what declares indeed
That God is love.
Not for those who ever loved Him
Did the Lord of glory die;
Pity to the wretched moved Him:
Who that hears it will deny
That God is love?
‘Tis a truth: away and spread it;
Spread the tidings far and near;
O may sinners give it credit,
And be joyful when they hear
That God is love.