I Love the Lord, Who Died for Me

I love the Lord

who died for me

I love His grace

di­vine and free;

I love the Scrip­tures

there I read

Christ loved me

and for me did bleed.

I love His tears and suf­fer­ings great

I love His pre­cious bloody sweat

I love His blood: were that not spilt

I could not have been freed from guilt.

I love to hear that He was slain

I love His ev­ery grief and pain

I love to me­di­tate by faith

Upon His me­ri­tor­ious death.

I love Mount Cal­va­ry

where His love

Stronger than death it­self doth prove;

I love to walk His do­lor­ous way

I love the grave

where Je­sus lay.

I love His peo­ple and their ways

I love with them to pray and praise;

I love the Fa­ther

and the Son

I love the Spir­it He sent down.

I love to think the time will come

When I shall be with Him at home

And praise Him in eter­ni­ty:

Then shall my love com­plet­ed be.