We joy in our God, and we sing of that love,
So sovereign and free which did His heart move!
When lost our condition, all ruined, undone,
He saw with compassion, and spared not His Son!
His Son, His delight, His loved One, He gave
The curse to endure—by suffering to save:
Sure love so amazing, unmeasured, untold,
Since Him it hath given, no good will withhold!
We praise, then our God; how rich is His grace!
We were far from Him once—estranged from His face,
By blood we are purchased, are cleansed and made nigh,
And blest in His presence, in Jesus, on high!