By:
Tate
Narrator:
Luther Loucks et. al.
Oh render thanks to God above,
The fountain of eternal love;
Whose mercy firm through ages past
Hath stood, and doth forever last.
The Father's boundless love we sing,
The fountain whence our blessings spring;
How great the depth, how high it flows,
No saint can tell, no angel knows.
Its length and breadth no eye can trace,
No thought explore the bounds of grace;
The love that saved our souls from hell
Transcends the creature's power to tell.