1 Lord, thou on earth didst love thine own,
Didst love them to the end;
Oh, still from thy celestial throne,
Let gifts of love descend.
2 The love the Father bears to thee,
His own eternal Son,
Fill all thy saints, till all shall be
In pure affection one.
3 As thou for us didst stoop so low,
Warmed by love's holy flame,
So let our deeds of kindness flow
To all that bear thy name.
4 One blessed fellowship of love,
Thy living church should stand,
Till, faultless, she at last above
Shall shine at thy right hand.
5 Oh, glorious day, when she, the Bride,
With her dear Lord appears!
Then, robed in beauty at his side,
She shall forget her tears!
Source: Laudes Domini: a selection of spiritual songs ancient & modern (Abr. ed.) #495
First Line: | Lord, Thou on earth didst love Thine own |
Title: | Love to Christ's Disciples |
Author: | Ray Palmer |
Meter: | 8.6.8.6 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |