SING the theme of Jesus’ love, Sweeter than all themes above; Love unmerited and free, Our triumphant song shall be.
Love, so vast it knows no end; Love, too deep to comprehend; Love, which made the Lord of all Drink the wormwood and the gall.
Love, which led Him to the cross, Bearing there unuttered loss; Love, which brought Him to the gloom Of the cold and darksome tomb.
Love which made Him thence arise Far above the starry skies, There with tender, loving care, All His people’s griefs to share.
Love, which will not let Him rest Till His chosen all are blest; Till they all for whom He died Live rejoicing by His side.
Albert Midlane, 1825-1909