O Love divine, Thou vast abyss !
Our sins are swallow'd up in Thee;
Cover'd is our unrighteousness;
From condemnation we are free:
In Jesus' blood our hearts can trace
The boundless riches of Thy grace.

Fix'd on this ground must we remain;
Though heart may fail and flesh decay,
This anchor shall our souls sustain,
When earth and heaven shall pass away.
Mercy's full worth we then shall prove,
Loved with an everlasting love.

6-8s.                    J. A. Rothe, tr. by J. Wesley