Great is his gift in all men’s eyes,
Who gives himself, his friend to save:
My Lord does more, for foes He dies,
This Gift no parallel may have.
But Lord! whil’st Thou thus gav’st to Thine
Others arose to vie with Thee:
The world and Satan did combine,
And they would needs a giving be.
Satan, sin’s pleasures offerèd,
And almost forced them upon me: