In His love and in His pity He redeemed them. Isaiah 63:9
Behold the precious Lamb of God,
Who died upon the tree,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might thro’ His grace be free.
Thy boundless love I’ll sing,
Thy grace so full and free,
’Tis under Thy protecting wing,
My soul delights to be.
Behold the healing streams of grace,
That from His side did flow;
I plunged beneath the crimson flood,
That washes white as snow.
Behold the cross He bore for me,
Whereby He saved my soul;
His matchless grace shall be my theme,
While countless ages roll.