Having loved His own which were in the world, He loved them unto the end. John 13:1
Words: Ray Palmer (1808–1887). Note: The Poetical Works of Ray Palmer (London: R. D. Dickinson), page 57, incorrectly states these words were written in 1804 (four years before Palmer’s birth).
Music: Belmont, Sacred Melodies, by William Gardiner, 1812 (🔊 pdf nwc).
Lord, Thou on earth didst love Thine own,
Didst love them to the end;
O still from Thy celestial throne
Let gifts of love descend.
The love the Father bears to Thee,
His own eternal Son,
Fill all Thy saints, till all shall be
In pure affection one.
As Thou for us didst stoop so low,
Warmed by love’s holy flame,
So let our deeds of kindness flow
To all who bear Thy name.
One blessèd fellowship of love,
Thy living Church should stand,
Till, faultless, she at last above
Shall shine at Thy right hand.
O glorious day when she, the Bride,
With her dear Lord appears!
When robed in beauty at His side,
She shall forget her tears.