Master of Love is His name,
magnificent in His own domain.
There's power in His loving smile,
the Man in whom there is no guile.

He is the One I love so much,
His tender eyes, His slightest touch.
Unearthly is His deepest look,
lovely like a sparkling brook.

His words are music to my ears,
deeper than my heart can share.
Heaven-sent from God's Own throne,
a presentation of Him alone.

His love was a gift sent from above
straight from our dear God of love.
It was a love of the rarest kind,
the love that we almost never find.

Now I give this love back to You,
sharing it with the "chosen few."
Oh, give me strength to fight and win,
in spite of the battle strong within.

There is a power without measure,
given to you to adore and treasure.
This power is in the keys of old,
made of more value than finest gold.

Sometimes we face sorrow and pain,
I think of the battles and the strain.
I send my prayers to give you sight
filling your heart with love's delight.

But if we give without restraint,
total fulfillment we will gain.
Eternally on heavenly heights,
captured in His love so bright.