Dear Lord, how won­drous is Thy love
To such un­wor­thy worms as we!
Thou hast sent down the heav’n­ly Dove,
To set our souls at li­ber­ty.

We that were doomed to woe and pain,
Exposed to death of ev­ery kind,
Thro’ Je­sus Christ, the Lamb once slain,
Do life, and peace, and par­don find.

Shall we for­get our Sav­ior’s grace,
Who died to save our guil­ty souls,
And bring us to His Fa­ther’s face,
Where end­less peace and plea­sure rolls?

Forbid, O Lord, each wan­der­ing thought,
May Christ be all in our es­teem;
Let earth­ly things be all for­got,
And count­ed loss, com­pared with Him.

Lord Je­sus, make us bear in mind
Thy rich, Thy pure re­deem­ing love,
Till we shall be for ev­er joined
With those that sing Thy praise above.

Then shall we stand be­fore Thy face,
And shout with all the ran­somed throng;
Our cry shall be Free grace, free grace,
While end­less ag­es roll along.