I cannot see Why men should turn from Thee, My Lord, my Lord. If they could only guess Thy matchless loveliness, The beauty of Thy face, The richness of Thy grace My Lord, my Lord. If they could only see Thee on the cruel tree. Nor pain nor death was stayed Till all our debt was paid, My Lord, my Lord. If they could only know That heart which loves them so, Their only thought would be How they might come to Thee, My Lord, my Lord. |