O Lord, Your love did not recoil

O Lord

Your love did not recoil

At sting of death and shame;

So may we overcome this age

The devil’s power disclaim.

O Lord

You bore the heavy load

On that foreboding path:

The sins of man

the devil’s scorn

And God’s all-righteous wrath.

The roaring wind and threat’ning waves

At Your command must crest;

For this we worship and proclaim

The name in which we rest.

Soon shall we in the Father’s house

Begin the newest songs

But here where You have met our need

E’en now new praise belongs.