1 THE Lord of glory, moved by love,
Descends, in mercy, from above;
And He, before whom angels bow,
Is found a man of grief below.
2 Such love is great, too great for thought,
Its length and breadth in vain are sought;
No tongue can tell its depth and height;
The love of Christ is infinite.
3 But though His love no measure knows,
The Saviour to His people shows
Enough to give them joy, when known,
Enough to make their hearts His own.
4 Constrain’d by this, they walk with Him,
His love their most delightful theme;
To glorify Him here, their aim,
Their hope, in heaven to praise His name.
Thomas Kelly, 1809
C. H. Spurgeon, Our Own Hymn Book: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Public, Social and Private Worship, (London: Passmore & Alabaster, 1883).