Oh the love that us re­deemèd!
Who can all that love ex­plore?
From the cross on us it beam­èd,
Angel hosts that love, ad­ore;
Wondrous love from Heav’n des­cend­ing,
Men to raise to life on high!
Be our praise to Him as­cend­ing
Who for sin­ners deigned to die!

Holy Lamb of God! we bless Thee:
Thou our sins hast borne away;
King of kings our songs con­fess Thee,
Light of ev­er­last­ing day!
What though still the world dis­own Thee,
Thou o’er Heav’n and earth dost reign;
In our hearts we, Lord, en­throne Thee,
Thou wilt not our love dis­dain.

For Thy sor­rows we ad­ore Thee,
For the griefs that wrought our peace:
Gracious Sav­ior! we im­plore Thee,
In our hearts Thy love in­crease.
Lord, to Thee in sor­row fly­ing,
May we find in Thee our rest:
Lord, on Thee in death re­ly­ing,
May our end in Thee be blest.