O Lord, what wondrous love, what grace did Thee constrain
To come from heaven above to bear our curse and pain!
From manger to the cross enduring hate and sin,
All else esteeming loss our wayward souls to win:
Nought stayed Thy love no sorrows, no taunts, no outrage sore;
Not all the fiery arrows of Satan’s wrath and power
Not all the stormy billows of judgment’s dreadful hour!

The Just made sin for us who were through sin unjust!
Thy cup filled with the curse, fruit of man’s fall and lust!
Dread darkness shut Thee in, and left Thy soul alone-
Alone with God and Sin, for creatures to atone!
There all God’s waves and billows on Thee their fury spent;
Their throbbing, throbbing furrows Thy heart with anguish rent
"My God! My God!" re-echoes-"But for this was I sent!"

I’ll praise Thee, gracious Lord, because that cross of Thine
Removed sin’s grievous load, and wrought a work divine
Whereon I rest my soul, and wonder, and adore,
As I Thy grace behold, and all God’s love explore-
Explore its depths beneath me, its height, its length, its breadth:
A Love whose flow so mighty, through life, through death, through wrath,
To God hath brought full glory, and life from out of death!