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, Lord, low at Thy feet!
Grief, grief of love that drew hate’s Life, every arrow!
Grief that Thy suffering heart only could meet!
Grief, whence Thy face of love, shining in sorrow,
Draws us, adoring, Lord, 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, all in worship, Lord low at Thy feet!
Samuel Webbe (1740-1816)