1 Whene'er we contemplate the grace,
The love and condescension
Of Christ to our apostate race,
Which pass all comprehension,
Low at His feet we bend;
Own Him the sinner's friend;
Determined naught to know beside
Christ Jesus, and Him crucified.

2 How pleasant is our lot, how good
And blest beyond expression;
For, having cleansed us by This blood,
He bears us with compassion,
Applies his healing power
To us, each day and hour;
Yea, we in Him redemption have,
In death itself and in the grave.

3 And this our joyful theme shall be
When, called to see our Savior,
We join the glorious company
Around His throne forever;
Then we in highest strain
Shall praise the Lamb once slain,
Who hath redeemed us by His blood,
And made us kings and priests to God.