‘Twas love that bound Him to that tree
else He would ne’er have died for me.
The very God of love came down
to stoop and bare the sinner’s crown.
‘Twas love that brought Him-all alone
To feel what He had never known
To bare the sin that was my own
and reap what He had never sown.
And finally Love did bow His head-
“I gave my all-’tis finished” said.
Oh who can fathom love like this?
That spanned the gulf– and made us His!