All loveless, and to sin and self a slave;—
Thy gifts enriched me, yet I nothing gave.
III
Now in its wonder would my soul arise,
Shorn of all pride, but precious in Thine eyes,
Who for its life Thy glory laidst aside,
And wore its shame, and for its purchase died;
IV
And fired with love, that wondrous love proclaim
In life, in death, in fealty to Thy name;