CCLXXVI. Living to him, who died for us.

MY Lord, didst Thou endure such Smart
My Life, when forfeited, to save?
And didst Thou bear upon thy Heart
My Name, when rising from the Grave?

Am I in thy Remembrance still,
'Midst all the Glories of thy Throne?
To form thy Servant to thy Will,
And fix my Dwelling near thine own?

What can a feeble Worm repay
For Love so infinite as Thine?
The Torrent bears my Soul away,
Th' impetuous Stream of Grace divine .

To Thee, my Lord, it bears me on;
Self shall be deify'd no more;
By Self betray'd, by Self undone,
I live by thy recov'ring Pow'r.

Accept a Soul so dearly bought,
Bought by thy Life upon the Tree;
A Soul which, by thy Spirit taught,
Knows no Delight, but serving Thee.