O Love, Who formedst me to wear The image of Thy Godhead here; Who soughtest me with tender care Thro' all my wanderings wild and drear; O Love, I give myself to Thee, Thine ever, only Thine to be. O Love, Who ere life's earliest dawn, On me Thy choice hast gently laid; O Love, Who here as Man wast born, And wholly like to us wast made; O Love, I give myself to Thee, Thine ever, only Thine to be. O Love, Who once in time wast slain, Pierced through and through with bitter woe; O Love, Who wrestling thus didst gain That we eternal joy might know; O Love, I give myself to Thee, Thine ever, only Thine to be. O Love, Who lovest me for aye, Who for my soul dost ever plead; O Love, Who didst that ransom pay Whose power sufficeth in my stead; O Love, I give myself to Thee, Thine ever, only Thine to be. O Love, Who once shalt bid me rise From out this dying life of ours; O Love, Who once o'er yonder skies Shalt set me in the fadeless bowers; O Love, I give myself to Thee, Thine ever, only Thine to be.