Hymn Selection

241

8.6.8.4.


1
T'WAS not for our great love to Thee
That Thou didst send Thy Son;
That spring of love, O God we see
In Thee alone.
2
What love, Lord Jesus, brought Thee down
Our hardened hearts to win,
To be despised and spit upon,
And bear our sin!
3
The sins of many Thou didst bear,
Of all who look to Thee,
When God, Thy God, forsook Thee there,
On Calv'ry's tree.
4
"Tis finished!" loud triumphant cry
Ere Thou didst yield Thy breath!
The veil was rent, and God draws nigh
To us, through death.
5
That glorious resurrection morn
Bids doubts for ever cease;
For far and wide the news is borne
Of perfect peace.
6
Yes, peace! since every claim is met,
Lord Jesus, by Thy blood,
And Thou, our peace, art ris'n, and set
On high by God.
7
Thy grace, O Lord, alone revealed
That wondrous heart of Thine;
We thank Thee, and ourselves we yield
To love divine.

H.D'A. Champney

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