Oh Perfect Life of Love

O perfect life of love!
All, all, is finished now,
All that He left His throne above
To do for us below.

No pain that we can share
But He has felt its smart;
All forms of human grief and care
Have pierced His tender heart.

And on His thorn-crowned head
And on His sinless soul
Our sins in all their guilt were laid
That He might make us whole.

In perfect love He dies;
For me He dies, for me.
O all-atoning Sacrifice,
I cling by faith to Thee.

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