1 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.
2 We love Thee for the glorious worth
Which in Thyself we see;
We love Thee for that shameful cross,
Endured so patiently.
3 No man of greater love can boast
Than for his friend to die;
Thou for Thine enemies wast slain;
What love with Thine can vie?
4 Though in the very form of God,
With heavenly glory crowned,
Thou didst a servant's form assume,
Beset with sorrow round.
5 Thou wouldst like wretched man be made
In everything but sin,
That we as like Thee might become
As we unlike had been:
6 Like Thee in faith, in meekness, love,
In every beauteous grace;
From glory into glory changed,
Till we behold Thy face.
7 O Lord! we treasure in our souls
The memory of Thy love;
And ever shall Thy name to us
The sweetest odour prove.