The won­ders of re­deem­ing love
Our high­est thoughts ex­ceed;
The Son of God comes from above
For sin­ful man to bleed.

He gives Him­self, His life, His all,
A sin­less sac­ri­fice,
For man He drains the cup of gall,
For man the Vic­tim dies.

And now be­fore His Fa­ther’s face
His pre­cious blood He pleads;
For those who seek the throne of grace,
His love still in­ter­cedes.

He knows the frail­ties of our frame,
For He has borne our grief;
Our great high priest once felt the same,
And He can send re­lief.

His love will not be sa­tis­fied,
Till He in glo­ry sees
The faith­ful ones for whom He died
From sin for­ev­er free.