My God, I love thee though there were
No Heav’n for me to win,
No hell to punish those who dare
Against thy love to sin.

Upon the Cross thy wide embrace
Made me, dear Lord, thine own;
The nails, the spear, the long disgrace
For me should all atone.

That night of fear, those hours of pain,
Those biter griefs of thine,
That death itself was borne, to gain
A sinner's love - 'twas mine.

And shall the fear of hell below,
Or hope of heav'n above,
Be all the reason heart can Know,
This loving Lord to Love?

The love that asks not anything
Love like thy own love free,
Jesus, I give, who art my King,
Who art my God, to thee.