What power constraining could have moved His breast,
What other thought than this His heart possessed,
To come from glory, here to do God’s will—
He loved poor sinners, and he loves them still.
He could from earth have passed into the sky;
Not for Himself ‘twas needful He should die;
But for ourselves He bled on Calvary’s hill—
He loved poor sinners, and He loves them still.
The grave could not detain Him—He arose!
And vanquished death and all the sinner’s foes,
Delighting thus heaven’s councils to fulfill—
He loved poor sinners, and He loves them still.
He sits in glory, for His work is done;
For sinners, He eternal life has won;
O let the tidings every bosom thrill—
Christ loved poor sinners, and He loves them still!
ML-03/21/1920