First Line: I love Thee, Lord; yet 'tis no love of mine,

I love Thee, Lord; yet 'tis no love of mine
That goeth forth to that great heart of Thine :
'Tis Thine own love which Thou hast given me
Returning back, O loving Lord, to Thee.

Oh ! help me, Lord, to take, by grace divine,
Yet more and more of that great love of Thine ;
That day by day my heart may give to Thee
A deeper love and growing constantly.

2 The earth absorbs the soft, refreshing rain,
And sends it back in flowers and fruits again ;
So I receive Thy love so rich and free,
And send it back in joy and praise to Thee.

3 The moon receives the sun's bright, golden light,
And gives it forth to cheer the dark-some night
So I receive the rays of love divine,
And with them cheer this weary world of Thine.

4 'Tis by Thy love that I can love and bless
The foes who seek to blast my happiness ;
Can e'en rejoice, when bearing wrong and shame,
Thou deem'st me meet to suffer for Thy name.

5 Naught but Thy love can satisfy my heart,
Constrain my will from self and sin to part ;
In love so great Thou giv'st Thyself to me;
For Thou art Love----to all eternity.