O Lord, Thy love’s unbounded!
So full, so vast, so free!
Our thoughts are all confounded
Whene’er we think of Thee:
For us Thou cam’st from heaven,
For us to bleed and die,
That purchased and forgiven,
We might ascend on high.

But oh! the hope of being
For ever with the Lord,
The joyful hope of seeing
That face for us so marred!
It fills our heart with comfort,
It fills our lips with praise,
So that amidst our sorrow
A joyful song we raise.

O Lamb of God, we thank Thee,
We bless Thy holy name;
Thy love once made Thee willing
To bear our sin and shame.
And now thy love is waiting
Thy saints like Thee to raise;
Firstborn of many brethren,
To Thee be all the praise.