The Saviour is gracious,
His love is a well;
His blood, O, how precious!
Its worth, who can tell?
He lov’d us so truly,
He came from the sky,
That He, the Most Holy,
For sinners might die.
The love of a mother
And father is great;
The love of a brother
And sister is sweet:
Yet who but the Saviour
For us could have died,
To bring us forever,
With God to abide?
From Heaven, His dwelling,
That bright, blessed place,
He sweetly is telling
Us all of His grace.
In mercy delighting,
He speaks from above,
Poor sinners inviting
To trust in His love.
ML 04/20/1941