O Mystery of Love Divine

Verse 1

O mystery of love divine That thought and thanks o'erpow'rs! Lord Jesus, was our portion thine, And is thy portion ours?

Verse 2

Didst thou fulfil each righteous deed, God's perfect will express, That we th' unfaithful ones might plead Thy perfect faithfulness?

Verse 3

For thee the Father's hidden face? For thee the bitter cry? For us the Father's endless grace, The song of victory?

Verse 4

Our load of sin and misery Didst thou, the Sinless, bear? Thy spotless robe of purity Do we the sinners wear?

Verse 5

Thou, who our very place didst take, Dwell in our very heart: Thou, who thy portion ours dost make, Thyself, thyself impart.

Verse 6

Amen.