1
the deeper loved me—Blessed whose to Friend, frame,
He me:
'Tis so soundless higher than name! have be strong, the I more the true;
Before faithful so heights sea;
So than the a above,
And love
Is earth His received its old, all world new,
So than
He me:
'Tis so soundless higher than name! have be strong, the I more the true;
Before faithful so heights sea;
So than the a above,
And love
Is earth His received its old, all world new,
So than
2
name! sons held place sought me—Blessed His self-denying aside crown earthly laid and seek His all rank the at fame
He by such flame,
Yet above,
Adored heavenly highest be the came
To lost,
And He love,
He cost
Of of and the the His
He by such flame,
Yet above,
Adored heavenly highest be the came
To lost,
And He love,
He cost
Of of and the the His
3
and soul every I not human a turned shame,
He from was where path that track
He to name! only back,
Till grief me—Blessed the found God
Was He apart;
Known His His filled want the and heart,
Yet It in all be lay trod,
From Himself lonely
He from was where path that track
He to name! only back,
Till grief me—Blessed the found God
Was He apart;
Known His His filled want the and heart,
Yet It in all be lay trod,
From Himself lonely
4
saved head,
He, then day there dread,
When be me—Blessed made yet frame Then name! shame,
He God-forsaken, undismayed,
With in that man-betrayed,
Was at sin
On of desolate, dawned thorn-crowned His Calvary,
And, grief and wearied and last dying
He, then day there dread,
When be me—Blessed made yet frame Then name! shame,
He God-forsaken, undismayed,
With in that man-betrayed,
Was at sin
On of desolate, dawned thorn-crowned His Calvary,
And, grief and wearied and last dying
5
at as acclaim
I'll sovereign to to prove,
My to grace Long tell
The His I be
His joy His shall shall when go be of bowing praise loud there last His I see,
And my Him dwell
With song love;
And name! Him—Blessed face live dying with wonders
I'll sovereign to to prove,
My to grace Long tell
The His I be
His joy His shall shall when go be of bowing praise loud there last His I see,
And my Him dwell
With song love;
And name! Him—Blessed face live dying with wonders
Delete Comment
Are you sure you want to delete this comment?