O perfect life of love! All, all, is finished now.
All that He left His throne above
To do for us below.
No work is left undone of all the Father willed;
His toil, His sorrows, one by one,
The Scriptures have fulfilled.
No pain that we can share but He has felt its smart;
All forms of human grief and care
Have pierced that tender heart.
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.
In perfect love He dies; for me He dies, for me.
O all atoning Sacrifice,
I cling by faith to Thee.
In every time of need, before the judgment throne,
Thy work, O Lamb of God, I’ll plead,
Thy merits, not mine own.
Yet, work, O Lord, in me as Thou for me hast wrought;
And let my love the answer be
To grace Thy love has brought.
~Henry W. Baker
Artwork by Paulo DuqueFrade, Gilles Catelin and Alonso Cano