One has loved me. Would you know
Who He was that loved me so?
Would you learn His precious name,
Who He is, and whence He came?
I can tell you. Will you hear
Of the One to me so dear?
Jesus! this His blessed name—
Son of God! from heav'n He came.
Ah, He saw me ruined—lost;
Stooped to save me spite the cost;
Wrath my due, He bore in grace;
Took for me my rightful place.
For my gain He suffered loss,
Died upon the shameful cross;
Conqu'ror o'er the grave He rose,
Triumphed over all my foes.
Now at God's right hand he lives,
Peace and comfort thence He gives;
Listens to my faintest call,
Holds and keeps me lest I fall.
He is mine and I am His;
What a blessed portion this!
Soon I shall His glory see,
Dwell with Him who died for me.
W. S. H.
"Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to His mercy He saved us."