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Thou holiest Love, whom most I love

Author: Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878; Elizabeth von Senitz Hymnal: Christ in Song #185 (1871) Hymnal Title: Christ in Song

Thou holiest Love, whom most I love

Author: Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878; Elizabeth von Senitz Hymnal: Lyra Germanica #83 (1856) Hymnal Title: Lyra Germanica

Thou Holiest Love, whom most I love

Author: Angelus; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: Lyra Germanica #35 (1861) Meter: Hymnal Title: Lyra Germanica Lyrics: Thou Holiest Love, whom most I love, Who art my longed-for only bliss, Whom tenderest pity erst did move To fathom woe and death's abyss Who once didst suffer for my good, And die my guilty debts to pay, Thou Lamb of God, whose precious blood Can take a world's misdeeds away; Thou Love, who didst such anguish bear Upon the Mount of agony, And yet with ceaseless watchful care Dost yearn o'er us so tenderly; Thou camest not Thy will to seek, But all Thy Father's will obey, Bearing the cross in patience meek, That Thou might'st take our curse away. O Love, who with unflinching heart Enduredst all disgrace and shame; O Love, who mid the keenest smart Of dying pangs wert still the same; Who didst Thy changeless virtue prove E'en with Thy latest parting breath, And spakest words of gentlest love When soul and body sank in death; O Love, through sorrows manifold Hast Thou betrothed me as a bride, By ceaseless gifts, by love untold, Hast bound me ever to Thy side; Oh let the weary ache, the smart, Of life's long tale of pain and loss, Be gently stilled within my heart At thought of Thee, and of Thy cross! O Love, who dying thus for me, Hast won me an eternal good Through sorest anguish on the tree, I ever think upon Thy blood; I ever thank Thy sacred wounds, Thou wounded Love, Thou Holiest, But most when life is near its bounds, And in Thy bosom safe I rest. O Love, who unto death hast grieved For this cold heart, unworthy Thine, Whom once the chill dark grave received, I thank Thee for that grief divine; I give Thee thanks that Thou didst die To win eternal life for me, To bring salvation from on high; Oh draw me up through love to Thee! Languages: English

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