God shows His love for us, because while we were still sinners Christ died for us. Romans 5:8
I love the Lord, who died for me,
I love His grace, divine and free;
I love the Scriptures, there I read
Christ loved me, and for me did bleed.
I love His tears and sufferings great,
I love His precious bloody sweat,
I love His blood: were that not spilt,
I could not have been freed from guilt.
I love to hear that He was slain,
I love His every grief and pain,
I love to meditate by faith
Upon His meritorious death.
I love Mount Calvary, where His love
Stronger than death itself doth prove;
I love to walk His dolorous way,
I love the grave, where Jesus lay.
I love His people and their ways,
I love with them to pray and praise;
I love the Father, and the Son,
I love the Spirit He sent down.
I love to think the time will come
When I shall be with Him at home,
And praise Him in eternity:
Then shall my love completed be.