O Love divine! What hast thou done!
The immortal God hath died for me!
The Father’s co-eternal Son
Bore all my sins upon the tree;
The immortal God for me hath died!
My Lord, my Love is crucified.
The bleeding Prince of life and peace!
Come, sinner, see your Maker die,
And say, was ever grief like his?
Come, feel with me his blood applied:
My Lord, my Love is crucified.
To bring us rebels back to God;
Believe, believe the record true,
Ye all are bought with Jesus’ blood,
Pardon for all flows from his side:
My Lord, my Love is crucified
And gladly catch the healing stream,
All things for him account but loss,
And give up all our hearts to him;
Of nothing think or speak beside,
“My Lord, my Love is crucified.”
Charles Wesley, Hymns and Sacred Poems (1749)
As cited in the book,
“Lost in Wonder: Charles Wesley; The Meaning of His Hymns Today, by S.T. Kimbrough, Jr.
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