God so loved me that He gave
Jesus for my sins to die;
Jesus loved me in the grave,
Jesus loves me still on high,–
Father-love and Saviour-love,
Mine on earth and mine above!
Love, from highest heights that stooped,–
Love, to deepest depths that came,–
Love, that ‘neath my burden drooped,–
Bore my anguish and my shame–
Died, that I may never die,–
Living, lifts me to the sky!
Love, the arm that reached me first,–
Love, the hand that raised me up,–
Love, my prison-bars that burst,–
Love, that filled my brimming cup–
Filled it full of Heavenly wine–
Filled, and blessed, and made it mine!
Love, the holy, cleansing fount
Where I wash my garments white,–
Love, my Tabor, hallowed mount,
Where I stand with Him in sight,–
Love, my watch-tower, till the day
Chase all earth-born mists away!
– Mrs. J. C. Yule