407. "I love thee, Lord!"

1 Though sorrows rise and dangers roll,
In waves of darkness o’er my soul;
Though friends are false, and love decays,
And few and evil are my days;
Though conscience, fiercest of my foes,
Swells with remembered guilt my woes;
Yet ev’n in nature’s utmost ill,
I love thee, Lord, I love thee still!

2 Though Sinai’s curse, in thunder dread,
Peals o’er mine unprotected head,
And memory points, with busy pain,
To grace and mercy given in vain;
Till nature, shrinking in the strife,
Would fly to hell to ‘scape from life;
Though every thought has power to kill,
I love thee, Lord, I love thee still!

3 Oh, by the pangs thyself hast borne,
The ruffian’s blow, the tyrant’s scorn,
By Sinai’s curse, whose dreadful doom
Was buried in thy guiltless tomb;
By these my pangs, whose healing smart,
Thy grace hath planted in my heart—
I know, I feel thy bounteous will,
Thou lov’st me, Lord, thou lov’st me still!

Text Information
First Line: Though sorrows rise and dangers roll
Title: "I love thee, Lord!"
Author: Reginald Heber
Language: English
Publication Date: 1888
Scripture:
Topic: Christ: Character of; Christians: Love for Christ; Communion of Saints: With Christ (1 more...)
Tune Information
Name: KLEIN
Arranger: fr. Klein
Meter: L. M. D.
Key: F Major or modal



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