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.
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.