Music by Henry J. Gauntlett; harm. Arthur Henry Mann, words by J. J. Hopkins
Lord, Your love has sought and found us
Wandering in this desert wide,
You have thrown Your arms around us,
For us suffered, bled, and died:
Sing, my soul, "He loved me,
Jesus gave Himself for me."
He is speaking to His Father,
Tasting deep that bitter cup,
Yet He takes it, willing rather
For our sakes to drink it up.
Oh, what love, He loved me!
Jesus gave Himself for me.
In that closing scene of anguish,
All God's waves and billows roll
Over Him; there left to languish
On the cross, to save my soul.
Matchless love! How vast! How free!
Jesus gave Himself for me.
Hear again! His cries are waking
Echoes on dark Calvary's hill;
God, my God, are You forsaking
Him who always did Your will?
Ah, my soul, it was for me;
Yes, He gave Himself for me.
Lord, we joy, Your toils are ended,
Glad Your suffering time is o'er;
To Your Father's throne ascended,
There You live to die no more.
Yes, my soul, He lives for me,
He who gave Himself for me.