Lord God of Hosts, most Holy and most High,
What made Thee tell Thy Name of Love to me?
What made Thee live our life? what made Thee die?
" My love of thee. "

I pitched so low, Thou so exceeding high,
What was it made Thee stoop to look at me
While flawless sons of God stood wondering by?
" My love of thee. "

What is there which can lift me up on high
That we may dwell together, Thou with me,
When sin and death and suffering are gone by?
" My love of thee. "

O Lord, what is that best thing hid on high
Which makes heaven heaven as Thou hast promised me,
Yea, makes it Christ to live and gain to die?
" My love of thee. "