O Jesus, Lord, who loved us like to Thee?

Fruit of Thy work, with Thee, too, there to see

Thy glory, Lord, whileendless ages roll,

Thy saints the prize and travail of Thy soul.

Yet it must be, Thy love had not its rest

Were Thy redeemed not with Thee fully blest;

That love that gives not as the world, but shares

All it possesses with its loved co-heirs.

Nor we alone, Thy loved ones all, complete,

In glory round Thee there with joy shall meet;

All like Thee, for Thy glory like Thee, Lord:

Object supreme of all, by all adored.