o Love gentle

A poem for the first Sunday of Advent

o Love gentle, patient, kind
make us once more wholly Thine
You who strode among the stars
lowly stooped to bear our scars
o Love humble, tender, wise
Verity that stretched the skies
even though we foolish roam
remember us and lead us home
eternal Shepherd, Friend most rare
train our souls to trust Thy care
unwed us from all lesser loves
redeem us, You who faithful prove
now with the cords of love to bind