Music by George J. Webb, words by James G. Deck
O Lord, Your love's unbounded!
So free, so vast, so full!
Our thoughts are all confounded,
Whene'er we think on You:
For us, You came from heaven,
For us to bleed and die,
That, purchased and forgiven,
We might ascend on high.
But oh, the hope of being
Forever 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 You,
We bless Your holy name!
Your love once made You willing
To bear our sin and shame.
And now Your love is waiting
Your saints like You to raise;
Firstborn of many brethren,
To You be all the praise!