Sensing God's love

I grew up singing the song written below during our Lord's Supper service. It came to my mind in bits and pieces as I was thinking of how hot and cold I am about the Lord. I know God loves me, but I don't feel it in the same way as I do my husband's or my mother's love. Reading in John MacArthur's book, The God Who Loves, I found this encouraging thought as he wrote about the prodigal son and his father in Luke 15.

Like the father of the prodigal son, God loves us constantly. He forgives eagerly, loves lavishly, and does not deal with us according to our sins or reward us according to our iniquities (Ps. 103:10).(pg. 159)

1 We hear the words of love,
We gaze upon the blood,
We see the mighty Sacrifice,
And we have peace with God.

2 'Tis everlasting peace,
Sure as Jehovah's Name;
'Tis stable as His steadfast throne,
For evermore the same.

3 Our love is oft-times low,
Our joy still ebbs and flows;
But peace with Him remains the same;
No change Jehovah knows.

4 We change – He changes not,
Our Christ can never die;
His love, not ours, the resting-place,
We on His truth rely.

5 The cross still stands unchanged,
Though heav'n is now His home;
The mighty stone is rolled away,
For He has left the tomb.

6 We know He liveth now
At God's right hand above;
We know the throne on which He sits,
We know His truth and love.

by H. Bonar