O Perfect Life of Love

O per­fect life of love!

All

all is fin­ished now;

All that He left His throne ab­ove

To do for us be­low.

No work is left un­done

Of all the Fa­ther willed;

His toil

His sor­rows

one by one

The Scrip­ture have ful­filled.

No pain that we can share

But He has felt its smart;

All forms of hu­man grief and care

Have pierced that ten­der heart.

And on His thorn crowned head

And on His sin­less soul

Our sins in all their guilt were laid

That He might make us whole.

In per­fect love He dies;

For me He dies

for me;

O all aton­ing Sac­ri­fice

I cling by faith to Thee.

In ev­ery time of need

Before the judg­ment throne

Thy work

O Lamb of God

I’ll plead

Thy mer­its

not my own.

Yet work

O Lord

in me

As Thou for me hast wrought;

And let my love the an­swer be

To grace Thy love has brought.