Christ delivered me when bound,

And when bleeding, healed my wound;

Sought me wand'ring, set me right,

Turned my darkness into light.

Can a woman's tender care

Cease towards the child she bare?

Yes, she may forgetful be;

Yet will He remember me.

His is an unchanging love,

Higher than the heights above;

Deeper than the depths beneath,

Free and faithful, strong as death.

I shall see His glory soon,

When the work of grace is done;

Partner of His throne shall be;

Such is His great love for me!

Lord, it is my chief complaint

That my love is weak and faint;

Yet I love Thee, and adore:

Oh, for grace to love Thee more.