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|SING the theme of Jesus’ love,
Sweeter than all themes above;
Love unmerited and free,
Our triumphant song shall be.
|2||Love, so vast it knows no end;
Love, too deep to comprehend;
Love, which made the Lord of all
Drink the wormwood and the gall.
|3||Love, which led Him to the cross,
Bearing there unuttered loss;
Love, which brought Him to the gloom
Of the cold and darksome tomb.
|4||Love which made Him thence arise
Far above the starry skies,
There with tender, loving care,
All His people’s griefs to share.
|5||Love, which will not let Him rest
Till His chosen all are blest;
Till they all for whom He died
Live rejoicing by His side.
|Albert Midlane, 1825-1909|