Lord God of Hosts, most Holy and most High, What made Thee tell Thy Name of Love to me? What made Thee live our life? what made Thee die? "My love of thee." I pitched so low. Thou so exceeding high, What was it made Thee stoop to look at me While flawless sons of God stood wondering by? "My love of thee." What is there which can lift me up on high That we may dwell together. Thou with me, When sin and death and suffering are gone by? "My love of thee." O Lord, what is that best thing hid on high Which makes heaven heaven as Thou hast promised me, Yea, makes it Christ to live and gain to die? "My love of thee." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPECIAL EFFECTS by JAMES GALVIN THE TOURNAMENT by SIDNEY LANIER THE MARRIAGE (1) by TIMOTHY LIU FROM THE AGES WITH A SMILE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOLES BORED IN A WORKBAG BY THE SCISSORS by MARIANNE MOORE ERASMUS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |