Christ delivered
us when bound,
And, when wounded, healed our wound,
Sought us wandering, set us right,
Turned our darkness into light.
Can a mother's tender
care
Cease towards the child she bare ?
Yes, she may forgetful prove,
He will never cease to love.
His is an unchanging
love,
Higher than the heights above,
Deeper then the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.
We shall see His
glory soon,
When the work of grace is done,
Partners of His throne above;
Such to us His wondrous love !
This alone is our
complaint,
That our love is weak and faint;
Yet we love Him, and adore,
O for grace to love Him more !
7s. W. Cowper, 1779