AGH 179

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.