For Valentine's Day, I was going to do a hymn study on a hymn about God's love. God's love is the ultimate example of love. His loving is giving, sacrificial, and gracious. Our love can only hope to be a reflection of his agape love.
Since I was unable to choose just one hymn, I have decided to share some of my favorites instead.
by Charles Wesley, 1738
And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Savior�s blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain�
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
�Tis mystery all: th�Immortal dies:
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the firstborn seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine.
�Tis mercy all! Let earth adore,
Let angel minds inquire no more.
�Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
Let angel minds inquire no more.
He left His Father�s throne above
So free, so infinite His grace�
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam�s helpless race:
�Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!
�Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!
Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature�s night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray�
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
Still the small inward voice I hear,
That whispers all my sins forgiven;
Still the atoning blood is near,
That quenched the wrath of hostile Heaven.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.
No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in Him, is mine;
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach th�eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
Bold I approach th�eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
by Frederick Lehman, 1917
(Second verse based on the Jewish Poem "Haddamut" by Meir Ben Isaac Nehorai, 1050)
The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star,
And reaches to the lowest hell;
The guilty pair bowed down with care,
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled,
And pardoned from his sin.
Refrain
O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints� and angels� song.
When years of time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men, who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call,
God�s love so sure, shall still endure,
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam�s race�
The saints� and angels� song.
Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above,
Would drain the ocean dry.
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.
by Mary Shekleton, 1863
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It passeth knowledge, that dear love of Thine,
O Jesus, Saviour; yet this soul of mine
Would of Thy love, in all its breadth and length,
Its height and depth and everlasting strength,
Know more and more.
It passeth telling, that dear love of Thine,
O Jesus, Saviour; yet these lips of mine
Would fain proclaim to sinners far and near
A love which can remove all guilty fear,
And love beget.
It passeth praises, that dear love of Thine,
O Jesus, Saviour; yet this heart of mine
Would sing a love so rich, so full, so free,
Which brought a rebel sinner, such as me,
Nigh unto God.
But though I cannot tell, or sing, or know
The fulness of Thy love while here below,
My tiny vessel I may freely bring ---
O Thou, who art of love the living Spring,
My vessel fill!
O fill me, Jesus, Saviour, with Thy love;
Lead, lead me to the living Fount above!
Thither may I in simple faith draw nigh,
And never to another fountain fly,
But unto Thee.
Lord Jesus, when Thee face to face I see,
When on Thy lofty throne I sit with Thee,
Then of Thy love in all its breadth and length,
Its height and depth, its everlasting strength,
My soul shall sing.
by Stuart Townsend, 1995
How deep the Father�s love for us,
How vast beyond all measure,
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss -
The Father turns His face away,
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory.
Behold the man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders;
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers.
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished;
His dying breath has brought me life -
I know that it is finished.
I will not boast in anything,
No gifts, no power, no wisdom;
But I will boast in Jesus Christ,
His death and resurrection.
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer;
But this I know with all my heart -
His wounds have paid my ransom.
O The Deep, Deep Love of Jesus
by S. Trevor Francis, 1875
O the deep, deep love of Jesus, vast, unmeasured, boundless, free!
Rolling as a mighty ocean in its fullness over me!
Underneath me, all around me, is the current of Thy love
Leading onward, leading homeward to Thy glorious rest above!
O the deep, deep love of Jesus, spread His praise from shore to shore!
How He loveth, ever loveth, changeth never, nevermore!
How He watches o�er His loved ones, died to call them all His own;
How for them He intercedeth, watcheth o�er them from the throne!
O the deep, deep love of Jesus, love of every love the best!
�Tis an ocean full of blessing, �tis a haven giving rest!
O the deep, deep love of Jesus, �tis a heaven of heavens to me;
And it lifts me up to glory, for it lifts me up to Thee!
by Charles H. Gabriel, 1905
I stand amazed in the presence
Of Jesus the Nazarene,
And wonder how He could love me,
A sinner, condemned, unclean.
Refrain
O how marvelous! O how wonderful!
And my song shall ever be:
O how marvelous! O how wonderful!
Is my Savior�s love for me!
For me it was in the garden
He prayed: �Not My will, but Thine.�
He had no tears for His own griefs,
But sweat drops of blood for mine.
In pity angels beheld Him,
And came from the world of light
To comfort Him in the sorrows
He bore for my soul that night.
He took my sins and my sorrows,
He made them His very own;
He bore the burden to Calvary,
And suffered and died alone.
When with the ransomed in glory
His face I at last shall see,
�Twill be my joy through the ages
To sing of His love for me.
What are some of your favorite hymns (or songs) about God's love? Which of these are your favorites? Would you like me to do a hymn study on one of these hymns? I'd love to read your comments below!
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