1 

O bless�d Savior, is Thy love

   So great! So full! So free!

Fain would we have our thoughts, our hearts,

   Our lives, engaged with Thee.

 2 

We love Thee for the glorious worth

   Which in Thyself we see;

We love Thee for that shameful cross,

   Endured so patiently.

 3 

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?

 4 

Though in the very form of God,

   With heav'nly glory crowned,

Thou didst a servant's form assume,

   Beset with sorrow round.

 5 

Thou wouldst like wretched man be made

   In everything but sin,

That we as like Thee might become

   As we unlike had been:

 6 

Like Thee in strength, in meekness, love,

   In life in ev'ry phase;

From glory into glory changed,

   Till we behold Thy face.

 7 

O Lord, we treasure in our hearts

   The mem'ry of Thy love;

And ever shall Thy name to us

   A grateful odor prove.