1 How rich the love! my Lord, my God;
For me, a worm, hath died;
For me he shed his living blood;
I know no God beside.

2 The source of all my happiness
Is his eternal name;
Nor is there ought but dung and dross
Besides my dearest Lamb.

3 All things shall perish but the word,
He stands forever sure;
Jesus forever is the Lord,
Let ev'ry pow'r adore.

4 This word made flesh in Bethl'hem seen,
Incarnate was in me,
In me, and all the sons of men,
That he our head might be.

5 Then up unto our head we look,
And bless that glorious grace,
Which shews us God's eternal book
Unseal'd in Jesus's face.