My Lord, my Love, was crucified

Verse 1

My Lord, my Love, was crucified, He all the pains did bear; But in the sweetness of His rest He makes His servants share.

Verse 2

How sweetly rest Thy saints above Which in Thy bosom lie; The Church below doth rest in hope Of that felicity.

Verse 3

Thou, Lord, who daily feed'st Thy sheep, Mak'st them a weekly feast; Thy flocks meet in their several folds Upon this day of rest.

Verse 4

Welcome and dear unto my soul Are these sweet feasts of love; But what a Sabbath shall I keep When I shall rest above!

Verse 5

I bless Thy wise and wondrous love, Which binds us to be free; Which makes us leave our earthly snares, That we may come to Thee.

Verse 6

I come, I wait, I hear, I pray, Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace; I sing to think this is the way Unto my Saviour's face.

Verse 7

Amen.