---
title: Times and Seasons
description: Issues of 1840 to 1841.
authors:
  - Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints
editors:
  - Ebenezer Robinson
  - Don Carlos Smith
  - Smith, Joseph, Jr.
  - Taylor, John
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - newspaper
  - times-and-seasons
  - nauvoo
  - nineteenth-century
periodical: Times and Seasons
volume: 2
number: 5
published: 1841-01-01
publisher: E. Robinson and D. C. Smith; later John Taylor
publisher_place: Commerce and Nauvoo, Illinois
language: en
type: article
reference: "“Love of God,” *Times and Seasons* 2, no. 5 (January 1, 1841): 270."
printed_title: LOVE OF GOD.
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/per_utah-and-the-mormons_times-and-seasons_1841-01-01_2_5
  transcription: Text from the Centerplace.org transcription (https://www.centerplace.org/history/ts/v2n05.htm), with its page breaks; this Internet Archive scan is the reference copy (its OCR was used only as a witness for OCR repair)
  identifier: per_utah-and-the-mormons_times-and-seasons_1841-01-01_2_5
start_page: 270
end_page: 270
curator_note: A Mormon newspaper published by the church in Nauvoo; included for historical study. Inclusion does not imply endorsement.
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1841 (Nauvoo, Illinois); published before 1931, so public domain in the United States
  source: https://archive.org/details/per_utah-and-the-mormons_times-and-seasons_1841-01-01_2_5
  publication_year: 1841
---

# Love of God

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Yes I love thee, and thy holy name

To me is dearer far, than even life;

Thou great Jehovah, even still the same;

In thy calm bosom there's no burning strife:

But in this heart is held a conflict dire,

Between my love for thee, and passions' pow'r;

Passions which burst like Etna's towering fire,

And threaten my destruction in an hour,

And then shoulds't thy lov'd spirit cease to strive-

Where were my hope? no anchor to the soul,

No helm to guide; tempest wild would drive

But thou art ever gracious, ever kind;

Thy gentle hand to man is stretch'd out still,

Thy spirit calms the anguish of his mind,

And guides him by thy wise and sovereign will;

Compels him not, by arbitrary power,

But gently leads him on in wisdom's ways;

Showers him the errors of his former course,

Illuminates his path by heavenly rays.

Who but must love the Parent faithful friend

And tho' e'en life is dear, yet love the more;

Love, praise, and serve thee, always to the W. L.