O blessed Saviour! is Thy love

O blessed Saviour! is Thy love So great, so full, so free? Fain would we give our hearts, our minds, Our lives, our all, to Thee.

We love Thee for the glorious worth Which in Thyself we see; We love Thee for the 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 heavenly glory crowned, Thou didst partake of human flesh, Beset with sorrows round.

Thou wouldst like sinful man be made In everything but sin, That we as like Thee might become, As we unlike have been.

Like Thee in faith, in meekness, love, In every heavenly grace, More of Thine image daily gain Till we behold Thy face.

O Lord! we treasure in our souls The memory of Thy love; And ever may Thy Name to us A grateful odour prove.