O God, love’s deep eternal tide
Flows rich and full from Thee:
The Father’s heart is opened wide
By Jesus’ blood to me!

It was Thyself, O God, who sought,
With tender yearnings deep,
The loveless soul that sought Thee not
The worthless wandering sheep.

I come, yet leave myself behind,
And thus unfearing come,
For nought save Christ and Thee I find
In my eternal home.

By love’s sweet magnet force led on,
I reach the inmost rest
The nameless rapture of the son
Upon the Father’s breast.