8,8,8,8 tr., John Brownlie I O God of love, whose mercy came To this dark world of sin and shame, And on a Cross of suffering sore, That sin and shame in meekness bore. II Supreme the love the Christ displayed, When He, True God, True Man was made; When He was scorned, His patience then Shone forth divine, with sinful men. III Did e'er such mercy lead the great To stoop from high to low estate? Did e'er such love incline the heart To take the erring sinner's part? IV 'Twas God who loved, 'twas God who gave His Son our erring souls to save; 'Tis Christ that wins us by the love From earth below to heaven above. V Win me, O Lord, whose mercy came To this dark world of sin and shame, To that bright world whose beauties shine Forever in Thy love divine. VI To Thee, O Father, glory be, And glory, Christ, God-Man, to Thee, And to the Spirit, Three in One, Now, and while countless ages run. |