by Jane Marshall
My God, I love thee; not because I hope for heav'n thereby,
nor yet because who love thee not must die eternally.
Thou O my Jesus, thou didst me upon the cross embrace;
for me didst bear the nails and spear, and manifold disgrace;
Why, then why, O blessed Jesus Christ, should I not love thee well?
Not for hope of winning heav'n, or of escaping hell;
Not with the hope of gaining aught, not seeking a reward;
but as thyself hast loved me, O ever-loving Lord!
E'en so I love thee, and will love, and in thy praise will sing;
Solely because thou art my God, and my Eternal King.