113: 'TWAS not for our great love to Theeby H. D'Arcy Champney (1854-1942)
1 'TWAS not for our great love to Thee
That Thou didst send Thy Son;
That spring of love, O God, we see
In Thee alone.
2 What love, Lord Jesus, brought Thee down
Our hardened hearts to win,
To be despised and spit upon,
And bear our sin!
3 The sins of many Thou didst bear,
Of all who look to Thee,
When God, Thy God, forsook Thee there,
On Calvary's tree.
4 'Tis finished! loud triumphant cry,
Ere Thou didst yield Thy breath!
The veil was rent, and we draw nigh
To God, through death.
5 That glorious resurrection morn
Bids doubts for ever cease,
For far and wide the news is borne
Of perfect peace.
6 Yes, peace! since every claim is met,
Lord Jesus, by Thy blood,
And Thou "our peace" art risen and set
On high by God.
7 Thy grace, O Lord, alone revealed
That wondrous heart of Thine;
We thank Thee, and ourselves we yield
To love divine.