8-7s. 1 SAVIOUR, if thy precious love Could be merited by mine, Faith these mountains would remove; Faith would make me ever thine: But when all my care and pains Worth can ne'er create in me, Nought by me thy fulness gains; Vain the hope to purchase thee.
2 Cease, O man, thy worth to weigh, Give the needless contest o'er; Mine thou art! while thus I say, Yield thee up, and ask no more: What thy estimate may be, Only can by him be told Who, to ransom wretched thee, Thee to gain, himself was sold.
3 But when all in me is sin, How can I thy grace obtain? How presume thyself to win? God of love, the doubt explain: Or if thou the means supply, Lo to thee I all resign! Make me Lord - I ask not why, How I ask not, - ever thine.
