1 O mystery of love Divine
That thought and thanks o'erpowers!
Lord Jesus, was our portion Thine,
And is Thy portion ours?
2 Emmanuel, didst Thou take our place
To set us in Thine own?
Didst Thou our low estate embrace
To lift us to Thy throne?
3 Didst Thou fulfill each righteous deed,
God's perfect will express,
That we, th'unfaithful ones, might plead
Thy perfect faithfulness?
4 On Thy pure soul did dread and gloom
In that drear garden rise?
And ours the brightness and the bloom
Of Thine own Paradise?
5 For Thee the Father's hidden face?
For Thee the bitter cry?
For us the Father's endless grace,
The song of victory?
6 Our load of sin and misery
Didst Thou, the Sinless, bear?
Thy spotless robe of purity
Do we, the sinners, wear?
7 Lord Jesus, is it even so?
Have we been lovèd thus?
What love can we on Thee bestow
Who hast exchanged with us?
8 Thou, who our very place didst take,
Dwell in our very heart:
Thou, who Thy portion ours dost make,
Thyself, Thyself, impart.
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First Line: | O mystery of love Divine |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | Faith and Justification |