Lord Jesus! are we won with Thee?
O height! O depth of love!
And crucified and dead with Thee,
Now one in heaven above.

Such was Thy grace, that for our sake
Thou didst form heaven come down;
With us of flesh and blood partake,
And make our guilt Thine own.

Our sins, our guilt, in love divine,
Confessed and borne by Thee;
The gall, the curse, the wrath were Thine,
To set Thy ransomed free.

Ascended now, in glory bright
Life-giving Head Thou art;
Nor life, nor depth, nor height,
Thy saints and Thee can part.

And soon shall come that glorious day,
When, seated on Thy throne,
Thou shalt to wondering worlds display
That we with Thee are one.