Who, on the Cross, that love didst consumate,—
Whose deep and ample fulness could embrace
The poorest, meanest of our fallen race!
How shall we e’er that boundless debt repay?—
By long, loud prayers in gorgeous temples said?
By rich oblations on thine altars laid?—
Ah no! not thus thou didst appoint the way.
When thou wast bowed our human woe beneath,
Then as a legacy thou didst bequeath
Earth’s sorrowing children to our ministry;