| O Love, who formedst me to wear The image of Thy Godhead here; Who soughtest me with tender care Through all my wanderings 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; 97 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. | | Love, who lovest me for aye, Who for my soul dost ever plead; O Love, who didst my ransom pay, Whose power sufficeth in my stead, O Love, I give myself to Thee, Thine ever, only Thine to be. | | 98 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. | |