For us resolved to perish, He refused;
While they stood ready to prevent His loss,
Love took Him up, and nailed Him to the cross.
Immortal love! which in His bowels reigned,
That we might be by such high love constrained
To make return of love; upon this pole
Our duty does, and our religion roll.
To love is to believe, to hope, to know;
’Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below.
He to proud potentates would not be known;