1  Lord, Thy love has sought and found us

       Wand'ring in this desert wide;

    Thou hast thrown Thine arms around us,

       For us suffered, bled, and died.

    Sing, my soul! He lov�d thee,

    Jesus gave Himself for me.

 2  Hark! What sounds of bitter weeping

       From yon lonesome garden sweep;

    'Tis the Lord His vigil keeping,

       While His followers sink in sleep.

    Ah, my soul, He lov�d thee,

    Yes, He gave Himself for me.

 3  He is speaking to His Father,

       Tasting deep that bitter cup,

    Yet He takes it, willing rather

       For our sakes to drink it up.

    Oh, what love! He lov�d me!

    Gave Himself, my soul, for thee.

 4  Then that closing scene of anguish:

       All God's waves and billows roll

    Over Him, there left to languish

       On the cross, to save my soul.

    Matchless love! How vast, how free,

    Jesus gave Himself for me.

 5  Hark again! His cries are waking

       Echoes on dark Calvary's hill;

    God, my God, art Thou forsaking

       Him who always did Thy will?

    Ah, my soul! It was for thee,

    Yes! He gave Himself for me.

 6  Lord, we joy, Thy toils are ended,

       Glad Thy suff'ring time is o'er;

    To Thy Father's throne ascended,

       There Thou liv'st, to die no more.

    Yes, my soul, He lives for thee,

    He who gave Himself for me.

 7  Lord, we worship and adore Thee

       For Thy rich, Thy matchless grace;

    Perfect soon in joy before Thee,

       We shall see Thee face to face.

    Yet e'en now our song shall be,

    Jesus gave Himself for me.