1 How rich the Love! my Lord, my God,
For me, a Worm, hath dy'd;
For me he shed his living Blood;
I know no God beside.
2 The source of all my Happiness
Is his eternal Name;
Nor is there ought but Dung and Dross
Besides my dearest Lamb.
3 All Things shall perish but the Word,
He stands for-ever sure;
Jesus for-ever is the Lord,
Let ev'ry Pow'r adore.
4 This Word made Flesh in Bethl'hem seen,
Incarnate was in me,
In me, and all the Sons of Men,
That he our Head might be.
5 Then up unto our Head we look,
And bless that glorious Grace,
Which shews us God's eternal Book
Unseal'd in Jesu's Face.Source: Christian Hymns, Poems, and Spiritual Songs: sacred to the praise of God our Saviour #II.XV