Here is love, vast as the ocean,
Lovingkindness as the flood,
When the Prince of Life, our ran­som,
Shed for us His pre­cious blood.
Who His love will not re­mem­ber?
Who can cease to sing His praise?
He can ne­ver be for­got­ten,
Throughout Heav’n’s eter­nal days.

On the mount of cru­ci­fix­ion,
Fountains op­ened deep and wide;
Through the flood­gates of God’s mer­cy
Flowed a vast and gra­cious tide.
Grace and love, like mig­hty rivers,
Poured in­cess­ant from above,
And Heav’n’s peace and per­fect jus­tice
Kissed a guil­ty world in love.

Let me all Thy love ac­cept­ing,
Love Thee, ev­er all my days;
Let me seek Thy king­dom on­ly
And my life be to Thy praise;
Thou alone shalt be my gl­ory,
Nothing in the world I see.
Thou hast cleansed and sanc­ti­fied me,
Thou Thy­self hast set me free.

In Thy truth Thou dost di­rect me
By Thy Spi­rit through Thy Word;
And Thy grace my need is meet­ing,
As I trust in Thee, my Lord.
Of Thy full­ness Thou art pour­ing
Thy great love and pow­er on me,
Without mea­sure, full and bound­less,
Drawing out my heart to Thee.