HYMN by H D'A Champney

'Twas not for our great love to Thee

That Thou didst send Thy Son;

That spring of love, O God, we see

In Thee alone.

 

What love, Lord Jesus, brought Thee down

Our hardened hearts to win,

To be despised and spit upon,

And bear our sin!

 

The sins of many Thou didst bear,

Of all who look to Thee,

When God, Thy God, forsook Thee there,

On Calv'ry's tree.

 

"'Tis finished!" loud triumphant cry

Ere Thou didst yield Thy breath!

The veil was rent, and God draws nigh

To us, through death.

 

That glorious resurrection morn

Bids doubts for ever cease;

For far and wide the news is borne

Of perfect peace.

 

Yes. peace! since every claim is met,

Lord Jesus, by Thy blood,

And Thou, our peace, art ris'n, and set

On high by God.

 

Thy grace, O Lord, alone revealed

That wondrous heart of Thine;

We thank Thee, and ourselves we yield

To love divine.

H. D'Arcy Champney (1854 -1942)

Posted as continuing the theme of Peace.

Streets and feeds of central London