138 Oh, Perfect Life of Love

1 Oh, perfect life of love! All, all is finished now, All that he left his throne above To do for us below. 2 No work is left undone Of all the Father willed; His toil, his sorrows, one by one, The Scriptures have fulfilled. 3 No pain that we can share But he has felt its smart; All forms of human grief and care Have pierced that tender heart. 4 And on his thorn-crowned head And on his sinless soul Our sins in all their guilt were laid That he might make us whole. 5 In perfect love he dies; For me he dies, for me! O all-atoning Sacrifice, You died to make me free! 6 In ev'ry time of need, Before the judgment throne, Your works, O Lamb of God, I'll plead, Your merits, not my own.