O bless­èd Lord, what hast Thou done!
How vast a ran­som paid!
Who could con­ceive God’s on­ly Son
Upon the al­tar laid!

Thy Fa­ther, in His per­fect love,
Did spare Thee from His side;
And Thou did stoop to bear above,
At such a cost Thy bride.

Lord, while our souls in faith re­pose
Upon Thy pre­cious blood,
Peace like an ev­en ri­ver flows,
And mer­cy like a flood.

But bound­less joy shall fill our hearts
When gaz­ing on Thy face,
We fully see what faith im­parts,
And glo­ry crowns Thy grace.

Unseen we love Thee, dear Thy name
But when our eyes be­hold,
With joy­ful won­der we’ll ex­claim,
The half hath not been told!

For Thou ex­ceed­est all the fame
Our ears have ev­er heard:
Happy are they who know Thy name,
And trust Thy faith­ful Word!