O blessed Saviour, is Thy Love
So great, so full, so free?
Fain would we have our thoughts, our hearts,
Our lives, engaged with Thee.
We love Thee for the glorious worth
which in Thyself we see:
We love Thee for that shameful cross,
Endured so patiently.
No man of greater love can boast
Than for his friend to
die:
Thou for Thine enemies Thou wast slain:
What love with
Thine can vie!
Tho' in the very form of God
with heav'nly glory crowned,
Thou didst a servant's form assume,
Beset with sorrow round.
Thou wouldst like wretched man be made
in everything but sin,
That we as like Thee might become
As we unlike had been.
Like Thee in faith, in meekness, love,
In every beauteous grace;
From glory unto glory changed,
Till we behold Thy face.
O Lord! we treasure in our souls
The memory of Thy love;
And ever shall Thy name to us
A grateful odour prove.
