1 | O how deep and how far-reaching |
| | Is Thy love, dear Lord, to me! |
| Far beyond my powr to fathom, |
| | Deeper than the deepest sea! |
| It has caused Thee death to suffer |
| | And to me Thyself impart, |
| That in Thee I might be grafted |
| | And become of Thee a part. |
2 | Who can tell of all the wonders |
| | Which Thy love for me has wrought, |
| Yet the greatest of these wonders |
| | Is that Thou to me art brought. |
| Oh! to me Thy love has given |
| | All Thou art as my supply; |
| As true life I now may share Thee |
| | And Thy riches eer enjoy. |
3 | Lord, Thy love is the expression |
| | Of Thy loving self divine, |
| Making life so full of meaning, |
| | Harmonized with Gods design. |
| Grace of life, how all-sufficient, |
| | Is my portion day by day; |
| Im the object of Thy favor |
| | And Thy sweetness taste alway. |
4 | What from Thee can separate me? |
| | Thou wilt love me to the end! |
| Oh! Thy love is so prevailing, |
| | Een Thyself with me to blend! |
| We two one will be for ever; |
| | I am Thine and Thou art mine! |
| This will be my testimony: |
| | In Thy love well ever twine! |