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1 O perfect life of love!
All, all is finished now;
All that He left His throne above
To do for us below.
2 No work is left undone
Of all the Father willed;
His toils, His sorrows, one by one,
The Scripture have fulfilled.
3 No pain that we can share
But He has felt its smart:
All forms of human grief and care
Have pierced that tender heart.
4 And on His thorn-crowned head,
And on His sinless soul,
Our sins in all their guilt were laid,
That He might make us whole.
5 In perfect love He dies;
For me He dies, for me:
O all-atoning Sacrifice,
I cling by faith to Thee.
6 In every time of need,
Before your judgment-throne
Thy work, O Lamb of God, I'll plead,
Thy merits, not my own.
7 Yet work O Lord, in me,
As Thou for me hast wrought;
And let my love the answer be
To grace Thy love hast brought.
Amen.
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First Line: | O perfect life of love |
Author: | Rev. Sir Henry W. Baker, Bart. (1875) |
Publication Date: | 1895 |