A bit of Amy Carmichael

Thou Lovest Me!
Amy Carmichael

Thou knewest me before I was;
I am all open unto Thee;
And yet Thou lovest me, because—
Thou, my Lord, lovest me.

No other reason can I find;
No other reason can there be;
No human love, were it not blind,
Could ever care for me.

But Thy pure eyes do read me through;
My soul is naked unto Thee;
And yet—oh wonder ever new—
Thou, my Lord, lovest me.

And Thou wilt love. If good of mine
Had caused Thy glorious love to be,
Then surely would Thy love decline
And weary, Lord, of me.

I may not fear, for to the end
Thou lovest. Who save only Thee,
The sinner’s Savior and his Friend,
Would set His love on me?

And on Thee now my heart is set;
Thy name is music unto me.
O help me never to forget
That I am loved by Thee.