O Lord, Your love did not recoil

O Lord, Your love did not recoil
  At sting of death and shame;
So may we overcome this age,
  The devil’s power disclaim.
O Lord, You bore the heavy load
  On that foreboding path:
The sins of man, the devil’s scorn,
  And God’s all-righteous wrath.
The roaring wind and threat’ning waves
  At Your command must crest;
For this we worship and proclaim
  The name in which we rest.
Soon shall we in the Father’s house
  Begin the newest songs,
But here where You have met our need
  E’en now new praise belongs.