Oh, how great is your love:
For when I was brought to you, I came pitiful
and wretched;
when I lay foaming, cursing, thrashing,
your mighty love would not be disturbed.
Even when to all appearance I lay lifeless,
you took my hand,
and with your pure, unselfish seeing, knowing,
you calmly said, Arise.
And now, my dearly beloved Saviour, how may
I repay all that you have done and are doing
but by earnestly seeking God—that Mind from which this
abiding sense of love is given,
that Mind which bids me, "As it has been done
unto you, go and do likewise."
