Lord, Thou on Earth Didst Love Thine Own

Lord

Thou on earth didst love Thine own

Didst love them to the end;

O still from Thy ce­les­ti­al throne

Let gifts of love des­cend.

The love the Fa­ther bears to Thee

His own eter­nal Son

Fill all Thy saints

till all shall be

In pure af­fect­ion one.

As Thou for us didst stoop so low

Warmed by love’s ho­ly flame

So let our deeds of kind­ness flow

To all who bear Thy name.

One bless­èd fel­lows­hip of love

Thy liv­ing Church should stand

Till

fault­less

she at last ab­ove

Shall shine at Thy right hand.

O glo­ri­ous day when she

the Bride

With her dear Lord ap­pears!

When robed in beau­ty at His side

She shall for­get her tears.