O PERFECT life of love!
   All, all is finished now—
All that He left His throne above
    To do for us below.
2      No work is left undone
    Of all the Father willed;
His toil, His sorrows, one by one
    The Scriptures have fulfilled.
3      And on His thorn-crowned head,
    And on His sinless soul,
Our sins in all their guilt were laid,
    That He might make us whole.
4      In perfect love He dies;
    For me He dies, for me!
O all-atoning Sacrifice,
    I cling by faith to Thee.
5      In every time of need,
    Before the judgement-throne,
Thy work, O Lamb of God, I’ll plead,
    Thy merits, not my own.
Henry Williams Baker, 1821-77