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- My God, I love you, though there were
No heaven for me to win,
No hell to punish those who dare
Against your love to sin.
- Upon the Cross your wide embrace
Made me, dear Lord, your own;
The nails, the spear the long disgrace
For me should all atone.
- That night of fear, those hours of pain,
Those bitter griefs of yours,
That death itself was borne, to gain
A sinner’s love t’was mine.
- And shall the fear of hell below
Or hope of heaven above
Be all the reason heart can know
This loving Lord to love.
- The love that asks not anything.
Love like, your own love free,
Jesus I give, who art my king,
Who art my God, to thee.