68 8s. 6L. be J. H. Schein, 1586-1630 O Love, who formedst me to wear The im-age of Thy God-head here; Who soughtest me with ten - der care Through all my wanderings wild and drear; O Love, I give my - self to Thee, Thine ev-er, on-ly Thine to be. 2 O Love, who ere life's earliest morn 3 0 Love, who once in time wast slain, Pierced through and through with bitter woe; O Love, who wrestling thus didst gain That we eternal joy might know; O Love, I give myself to Thee, 4 O Love, who lovedst me for aye, Who for my soul dost ever plead, 5 0 Love, who once shalt bid me rise Thine ever, only Thine to be. 2 Holy, holy, holy, all the saints adore Thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; 3 Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide Thee, |