Lover

Verse 1

How rich the love! my Lord, my God; For me, a worm, hath died; For me he shed his living blood; I know no God beside.

Verse 2

The source of all my happiness Is his eternal name; Nor is there ought but dung and dross Besides my dearest Lamb.

Verse 3

All things shall perish but the word, He stands forever sure; Jesus forever is the Lord, Let ev'ry pow'r adore.

Verse 4

This word made flesh in Bethl'hem seen, Incarnate was in me, In me, and all the sons of men, That he our head might be.

Verse 5

Then up unto our head we look, And bless that glorious grace, Which shews us God's eternal book Unseal'd in Jesus's face.