Love to Christ's Disciples

Verse 1

Lord, thou on earth didst love thine own, Didst love them to the end; Oh, still from thy celestial throne, Let gifts of love descend.

Verse 2

The love the Father bears to thee, His own eternal Son, Fill all thy saints, till all shall be In pure affection one.

Verse 3

As thou for us didst stoop so low, Warmed by love's holy flame, So let our deeds of kindness flow To all that bear thy name.

Verse 4

One blessed fellowship of love, Thy living church should stand, Till, faultless, she at last above Shall shine at thy right hand.

Verse 5

Oh, glorious day, when she, the Bride, With her dear Lord appears! Then, robed in beauty at his side, She shall forget her tears!