Verse 1
O perfect life of love!
All, all is finished now,
All that He left His throne above
To do for us below.
Verse 2
No work is left undone
Of all the Father willed;
His toil, His sorrows, one by one,
The Scripture have fulfilled.
Verse 3
No pain that we can share
But He has felt its smart;
All forms of human grief and care
Have pierced that tender heart.
Verse 4
And on His thorn-crowned head,
And on His sinless soul,
Our sins in all their guilt were laid,
That He might make us whole.
Verse 5
In perfect love He dies;
For me He dies, for me;
O all-atoning Sacrifice,
I cling by faith to Thee.
Verse 6
In every time of need,
Before the judgment-throne,
Thy work, O Lamb of God, I’ll plead,
Thy merits, not my own.
Verse 7
Yet work, O Lord, in me,
As Thou for me hast wrought,
And let my love the answer be
To grace Thy love has brought.