So great! so full! so free!
Fain would we have our thoughts, our hearts,
Our lives, engaged with Thee.
Which in Thyself we see;
We love Thee for that shameful cross,
Endured so patiently.
Than for his friend to die;
Thou for Thine enemies wast slain!
What love with Thine can vie?
With heav'nly glory crowned,
Thou didst a servant's form assume,
Beset with sorrow round.
In everything but sin,
That we as like Thee might become
As we unlike had been:
In life in ev'ry phase;
From glory into glory changed,
Till we behold Thy face.
The mem'ry of Thy love;
And ever shall Thy name to us
A grateful odor prove.