Oh what a gift the Father gave
When He bestowed His Son!
To save poor, ruined, guilty man,
By sin defiled, undone.
For I was lost and vile indeed!
To sin a willing prey,
Till God in mercy interposed,
And turned my night to day.
Now I can call the Saviour mine,
Though all unworthy still;
I'm sheltered by His precious blood
Beyond the reach of ill.
Come, all who trust in Jesus, now,
And tell our joys abroad;
Let thankful hymns of praise ascend
For Christ the gift of God.