L. M.
SAVIOR and Lord, we love to sing
Of all Thy wondrous suffering,
When sin had done foul wrong to God,
And Thou in grace didst bear the rod.
Blest Savior, Thou Thyself art God
Becoming man to give Thy blood;
He Who alone could say 'I am,'
Alone of men could be the Lamb.
Alone and sinless Thou couldst say
`I will,' yet only to obey;
All glory Thine with joy we own,
Thou Firstborn, Thou Eternal Son.
But who, like Thee, the Father's name
So jealous ever to proclaim?
E'en as the Father wills that we
To honor Him should honor Thee.