1  O blessèd 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.