Lord, Thy love has sought and found us

Lord

Thy love has sought and found us

Wand’ring in this desert wide;

Thou hast thrown Thine arms around us

For us suffered

bled

and died.

Sing

my soul! He lovéd thee

Jesus gave Himself for me.

Hark! what sounds of bitter weeping

From yon lonesome garden sweep;

’Tis the Lord His vigil keeping

While His followers sink in sleep.

Ah

my soul

He lovéd thee

Yes

He gave Himself for me.

He is speaking to His Father

Tasting deep that bitter cup

Yet He takes it

willing rather

For our sakes to drink it up.

Oh

what love! He lovéd me!

Gave Himself

my soul

for thee.

Then that closing scene of anguish:

All God’s waves and billows roll

Over Him

there left to languish

On the cross

to save my soul.

Matchless love! how vast

how free

Jesus gave Himself for me.

Hark again! His cries are waking

Echoes on dark Calvary’s hill;

God

my God

art Thou forsaking

Him who always did Thy will?

Ah

my soul! it was for thee

Yes! He gave Himself for me.

Lord

we joy

Thy toils are ended

Glad Thy suff’ring time is o’er;

To Thy Father’s throne ascended

There Thou liv’st

to die no more.

Yes

my soul

He lives for thee

He who gave Himself for me.

Lord

we worship and adore Thee

For Thy rich

Thy matchless grace;

Perfect soon in joy before Thee

We shall see Thee face to face.

Yet e’en now our song shall be

Jesus gave Himself for me.