1. I ought to love my Sav-ior, He loved me long a-go,
2. I ought to love my Sav-ior, He bore my sin and shame;
3. I ought to love my Sav-ior, Up-on the cross he died;
4. I ought to love my Sav-ior, He par-doned all my sin,

Looked on my soul with fa-vor, When deep in guilt and woe;
From glo-ry to the man-ger, On wings of love he came;
Be-hold the world's Cre-a-tor, "My God! my God!" he cried.
Then sanc-ti-fied my na-ture, And keeps me pure with-in;

And though my sin had grieved him, His Father's law had crossed,
He trod this earth in sor-row, En-dured the pains of hell,
Oh, lis-ten to these ac-cents Of love di-vine so free;
He fills me with his glo-ry, And bears my soul a-bove;

Love drew him down from heav-en, To seek and save the lost;
That I should not be ban-ished, But in his glo-ry dwell;
"'Tis fin-ished"—my sal-va-tion; Thine shall the glo-ry be;
This world, oh, won-drous sto-ry, 'Tis love, re-deem-ing love;

Love drew him down from heav-en, To seek and save the lost.
That I should not be ban-ished, But in his glo-ry dwell.
"'Tis fin-ished"—my sal-va-tion; Thine shall the glo-ry be.
This world, oh won-drous sto-ry, 'Tis love, re-deem-ing love.

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