Hymn 139: O Thou who art love’s primal flame,

Verse 1

O Thou who art love’s primal flame,

To whom all beauty owes its name,

We worship at Thy Cross;

So vast Thine everlasting love, 

Thou didst forsake Thy throne [above

To take the place of loss.

Verse 2

To reach this cold and cheerless [time,

clime

Thou didst descend the steeps of

Thy light and truth to bring;

So dark man’s lost and sinful state,

Thou didst anew the race create,

And take from death its string.

Verse 3

Thyself as Lord Thou has revealed,

Jesus through whom the sick are [healed,

The way, the truth, the Living [the dead,

Bread,

Whose touch of power doth raise 

And makes the vilest clean.

Verse 4

O Christ Thou hast the vail now rent,

And to Thy Church the Spirit sent, [wind,

A pentecostal dower;

With tongues of fire and rushing 

Thou hast upon Thy loved ones [shined

In resurrection power.

Verse 5

Those stripes of Thine the ransom [far,

For those who wondered from Thee 

And found no place of rest;

How deep, how full, love’s crimson 

tide,

Within those wounds a world may may [hide

At home upon  Thy breast.