O Love, who formedst me to wear

The image of Thy Godhead here;

Who soughtest me with tender care

Through all my wand'rings wild and drear;

O Love, I give myself to Thee,

Thine ever, only Thine to be.

O Love, who ere life's earliest dawn

On me Thy choice hast gently laid;

O Love, who here as man wast born

And like to us in all things made;

O Love, I give myself to Thee,

Thine ever, only Thine to be.

O Love, who once in Time wast slain,

Pierced through and through with bitter woe;

O Love, who wrestling thus didst gain

That we eternal joy might know;

O Love, I give myself to Thee,

Thine ever, only Thine to be.

O Love, of whom is truth and light,

The Word and Spirit, life and power,

Whose heart was bared to them that smite,

To shield us in our trial hour;

O Love, I give myself to Thee,

Thine ever, only Thine to be.

O Love, who thus hast bound me fast,

Beneath that gentle yoke of Thine;

Love, who hast conquer'd me at last

And rapt away this heart of mine;

O Love, I give myself to Thee,

Thine ever, only Thine to be.

O Love, who lovest me for aye,

Who for my soul dost ever plead;

O Love, who didst my ransom pay,

Whore power sufficeth in my stead;

O Love, I give myself to Thee,

Thine ever, only Thine to be.

O Love, who once shalt bid me rise

From out this dying life of ours;

O Love, who once above yon skies

Shalt set me in the fadeless bowers:

O Love, I give myself to Thee,

Thine ever, only Thine to be.