O Lord, Thy love's unbounded !
  So full, so vast, so free !
     Our thoughts are all confounded
  Whene'er we think of Thee:
     For us Thou cam'st from heaven,
  For us to bleed and die,
     That purchased and forgiven,
  We might ascend on high.

But oh ! the hope of being
  For ever with the Lord,
     The joyful hope of seeing
  That face for us so marred !
     It fills our heart with comfort,
  It fills our lips with praise,
     So that amidst our sorrow
  A joyful song we raise.

O Lamb of God, we thank Thee,
  We bless Thy Son;
     Thy love once made Thee willing
  To bear our sin and shame.
     And now Thy love is waiting
  Thy saints like Thee to raise;
     Firstborn of many brethren,
  To Thee be all the praise.

7,6.          J. G. Deck