O Love Divine! that stooped to share Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear....
John 17 summarized in an acrostic poem
One there is above all others, Well deserves the name of Friend; His is love beyond a brother’s, Costly, free, and knows no end.
Jesus wants us to be one in Him, not for His benefit, or even for ours, but for the benefit of the world.
Let sorrow do its work, Send grief and pain; Sweet are Thy messengers, Sweet their refrain...
O grant that nothing in my soul May dwell, but Thy pure love alone!
Sing, every soul of Adam's line... All glory to the God of love.
The greatest gift Christ gave to me— Himself—from sin to set me free.
A score plus four I’ve been with you;
The years have seemed but just a few.
You and I are loved beyond what we deserve!