O blessed Savior, is Thy love

O blessed Savior

is Thy love

So great! so full! so free!

Fain would we have our thoughts

our hearts

Our lives

engaged with Thee.

We love Thee for the glorious worth

Which in Thyself we see;

We love Thee for that shameful cross

Endured so patiently.

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?

Though in the very form of God

With heav’nly glory crowned

Thou didst a servant’s form assume

Beset with sorrow round.

Thou wouldst like wretched man be made

In everything but sin

That we as like Thee might become

As we unlike had been:

Like Thee in strength

in meekness

love

In life in ev’ry phase;

From glory into glory changed

Till we behold Thy face.

O Lord

we treasure in our hearts

The mem’ry of Thy love;

And ever shall Thy name to us

A grateful odor prove.