On, the love of Christ is boundless,
Broad, and long, and deep, and high!
Every doubt and fear is groundless,
Now the word of faith is nigh.
Jesus Christ, for my salvation,
Came by water and by blood:
Clear I stand from condemnation,
In the risen Son of God.
I was “waiting” once for pardon,
I was “hoping” to be saved;
“Waiting,” though my heart would harden,
“Hoping” danger might be braved.
When, by God’s own truth confounded,
I a sinner stood confest,
Richly then His grace abounded,
Jesus gave me perfect rest.
Was it weary work believing?
Days and weeks and years of toil?
Weary work a gift receiving?
Who would God’s salvation spoil?
No; ‘tis faith’s delight to ponder
What the Son of God hath done,
On the throne to see Him yonder,
Holy, crowned, the living One!
‘Tis not doing, ‘tis not praying,
‘Tis not weeping saves the soul;
God is now His grave displaying;
Jesus died to make me whole.
Look to Him, and life-works follow;
Look to Him without delay!
Sinner, look! and ere tomorrow
Thon wilt weep, and praise, and pray.
Oh, the love of Christ is boundless!
Come today, His mercies prove:
Not till then thy fears are groundless;
Naught can else thy doubts remove.
Jesus Christ salvation;
God declares the work is done:
Out of Christ ‘tis condemnation,
Other saving name there’s none.