You Love Us Still

How oft we scorn Thy nail-scarred Hand

Because we do not understand

Thy faultless thought or perfect will

Yet, oh, my Lord, You love us still

You lay before our thankless eyes

Thy glory, glimpsed in waking skies

Over the earth Thy mercies spill

For, oh my Lord, You love us still

Did ever such a love before

To hearts of everyone implore?

Your grace forgives sin’s vilest ill

Because oh Lord, you love us still

While we showcase pathetic boast

Claiming Thy throne to raise a toast

Mindless from whence life’s blessings spill

You see, yet choose to love us still

Oh, patient Father, Keeper, Friend

How oft you hear our lips pretend

While you behold the heart; evil

Yet, oh my Lord, you love us still

Then, stir in us a purer want

Greater than human nature’s taunt

So that we may Thy call fulfill

Remembering You love us still

 ...and should we gaze where footsteps slip

Return us to Thy fellowship

Pouring in us hope's glad refill

For oh my Lord, You love us still

© Janet Martin