It Was Love

Why did Jesus give up Heaven's glory
for this world of sin and misery?
Why did Jesus suffer in the garden,
drain the bitter cup of agony?
Why did Jesus stand in Pilate's judgment hall;
Wear that cruel crown of thorns so patiently?
Why did Jesus give His life to save me?
It was love, God's wondrous love for me.

Why did Jesus lift me when I stumble,
take my hand whene'er I go astray?
Give the strength I need for each tomorrow,
grace to face the trials of the day.
Why did Jesus share the load I cannot bear;
Fill my soul with peace and joy beyond degree?
And why does He watch o'er me and keep me?
It was love, God's wondrous love for me.