Divine Love

I think

when I read the sweet sto­ry

How Jesus came down from His throne

To res­cue the per­ish­ing sin­ner

To suf­fer and die for His own;

Why should He as­sume my obla­tion?

Why should He thus pur­chase sal­va­tion?

Such love is di­vine re­ve­la­tion

Unbounded

un­measured

un­known.

Oh

it is won­der­ful that He should love me

And for my sins with His life­blood atone!

Oh

it is won­der­ful! Won­der­ful! won­der­ful!

Yet to the world be it known

He brought me again to His own.

And when I am foll’wing his foot­steps

New vi­sions of beau­ty un­fold

Till

lost in the depths of am­aze­ment

I mar­vel such love to be­hold.

Why should He re­linq­uish His glo­ry?

Before Him stood Cal­va­ry go­ry!

Yet Heav­en re­sounds with the sto­ry

Of love that can nev­er be told.

Tho’ hated

des­pised and re­ject­ed

Neglected again and again

He nev­er de­serts or for­sakes me

No mat­ter how way­ward I’ve been.

My bur­den of sor­row He shar­eth

My stripes of ini­qui­ty wear­eth

My soul in His bo­som he bear­eth

This won­der­ful Sav­ior of men.