1 

Lord, Thy love has sought and found us

   Wand'ring in this desert wide;

Thou hast thrown Thine arms around us,

   For us suffered, bled, and died.

Sing, my soul! He lov�d thee,

Jesus gave Himself for me.

 2 

Hark! What sounds of bitter weeping

   From yon lonesome garden sweep;

'Tis the Lord His vigil keeping,

   While His followers sink in sleep.

Ah, my soul, He lov�d thee,

Yes, He gave Himself for me.

 3 

He is speaking to His Father,

   Tasting deep that bitter cup,

Yet He takes it, willing rather

   For our sakes to drink it up.

Oh, what love! He lov�d me!

Gave Himself, my soul, for thee.

 4 

Then that closing scene of anguish:

   All God's waves and billows roll

Over Him, there left to languish

   On the cross, to save my soul.

Matchless love! How vast, how free,

Jesus gave Himself for me.

 5 

Hark again! His cries are waking

   Echoes on dark Calvary's hill;

God, my God, art Thou forsaking

   Him who always did Thy will?

Ah, my soul! It was for thee,

Yes! He gave Himself for me.

 6 

Lord, we joy, Thy toils are ended,

   Glad Thy suff'ring time is o'er;

To Thy Father's throne ascended,

   There Thou liv'st, to die no more.

Yes, my soul, He lives for thee,

He who gave Himself for me.

 7 

Lord, we worship and adore Thee

   For Thy rich, Thy matchless grace;

Perfect soon in joy before Thee,

   We shall see Thee face to face.

Yet e'en now our song shall be,

Jesus gave Himself for me.