And when bleeding, healed my wound;
Sought me wand’ring, set me right,
Turned my darkness into light.
Cease towards the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be;
Yet will He remember me.
Higher than the heights above;
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.
When the work of grace is done;
Partner of His throne shall be;
Such is His great love for me!
That my love is weak and faint;
Yet I love Thee, and adore:
Oh for grace to love Thee more.