Would I, To Save My Dear Child? (Hymn)

"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such an one as thyself."

Would I, to save my dear child dutiful,
    Dare the white breakers on a storm-rent shore?
Ay, truly, Thou all good, all beautiful,
    Truly I would, - then truly Thou would'st more.

Would I for my poor son, who desolate
    After long sinning, sued without my door
For pardon, open it? Ay, fortunate
    To hear such prayer, I would, - Lord, Thou would'st more.

Would I for e'en the stranger's weariness
    And want divide, albeit 'twere scant, my store?
Ay, and mine enemy, sick, shelterless,
    Dying, I would attend, - O, Lord, Thou more.

In dust and ashes my long infamy
    Of unbelief I rue. My love before
Thy love I set: my heart's discovery,
    Is sweet, - whate'er I would, Thou wouldest more.

I was Thy shelterless, sick enemy,
    And Thou didst die for me, yet heretofore
I have fear'd; now learn I love's supremacy, -
    Whate'er is known of love, Thou lovest more.