My God, I love you though there were,
No heaven for me to win,
No hell to punish those who dare,
Against your love to sin.

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

That night of fear, those hours of pain,
Those bitter griefs of yours,
That death itself was borne, to gain,
A sinner's love - 't was mine.

And shall the fear of hell below,
Or hope of heaven above,
Be all the reason heart can know,
This loving Lord to love?

The love that asks not anything,
Love like your own love true,
Jesus, I give, who are my King,
Who are my God, to you.