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Life: life of Love poured out, fragrant and holy!
Life: ‘mid rude thorns of earth, stainless and sweet!
Life: whence God’s face of love, glorious, but lowly,
Shines forth to bow us, low at Thy feet!

Grief: grief of Love, that drew hate’s every arrow!
Grief: that Thy suffering heart only could meet.
Grief: whence Thy face of love, shining in sorrow,
Draws us, adoring, low at Thy feet!

Death: death of stricken Love, wrath’s sea exploring!
Death: Life’s mysterious death — deep meeting deep;
Death: whence Thy bursting heart fills ours, outpouring
All, Lord, in worship, low at Thy feet!



                                    Tune by Samuel Webbe 1740-1816 
                                Hymn words by Frank Allaben 1867-1927













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