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.