We Love Because He Loves
By Eleanor L. Burns
As little chicks beneath the mother’s breast
Are gathered safe and warm within the nest,
“So I would gather you,” the Saviour said;
“Ye would not.” O, the bitter tears He shed,
In agony of soul, for you and me!
And when at last upon that curséd tree
He yielded up His life, that we might live,
What greater proof of pardon could He give? Ah, wondrous Saviour, Thou whose love divine
Has covered this poor, sin-soiled heart of mine,
For Thy great sacrifice, what dost Thou ask?
Whate’er Thou will’st, ’twill be my dearest task.
“O, wayward child, My love I freely give.
Come home again, forgiven, beloved, and live.
Give Me thine heart, give Me thy will, and let
My love new love within thy heart beget,
And all the longings of thy soul shall be
Fulfilled. This I have promised thee.”