OH, wondrous love of God!
A vast unfathomable ocean, unto which
Should ceaseless flow the river of our thoughts—
Deep source from whence the river of thy pleasures flows
Whilst toiling here below.
In this (to us) bleak howling wilderness,
Because it cast Thee out, Lord Jesus,
How can we find a place
Ponder this love, my soul,
Which brought from out the bosom of the Father
(Where He dwelt from everlasting)
The Son of all His love, in whom He took delight,
Down to this weary world to die
A death of agony and shame
For us, whom. He has purchased with His own blood.
What love of His who gave this precious gift!
Shall we not prize it? worship and adore the bounteous Giver?
Hail! the refreshing grace from Thy loved hand,
Which keeps and guards Thy pilgrims
All the long midnight of Thine absence,
Leaving with us the sweet expectancy
Of that bright moment
When we shall meet Thee in the air,
And so forever be with Thee.