O PERFECT life of love! All, all is finished now— All that He left His throne above To do for us below.
No work is left undone Of all the Father willed; His toil, His sorrows, one by one The Scriptures have fulfilled.
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.
In perfect love He dies; For me He dies, for me! O all-atoning Sacrifice, I cling by faith to Thee.
In every time of need, Before the judgement-throne, Thy work, O Lamb of God, I’ll plead, Thy merits, not my own.
Henry Williams Baker, 1821-77