LORD God of Hosts most Holy and most High,
What made Thee tell Thy Name of Love to me?
What made Thee live our life? what made Thee die?
"My love of thee."
I pitched so low, Thou so exceeding high,
What was it made Thee stoop to look at me
While flawless sons of God stood wondering by?
"My love of thee."
O Lord, what is that best thing in the sky
Which makes heaven heaven as Thou hast promised me,
Yea, makes it Christ to live and gain to die?
"My love of thee."
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