1  Christ delivered me when bound,

    And when bleeding, healed my wound;

    Sought me wand'ring, set me right,

    Turned my darkness into light.

 2  Can a woman's tender care

    Cease towards the child she bare?

    Yes, she may forgetful be;

    Yet will He remember me.

 3  His is an unchanging love,

    Higher than the heights above;

    Deeper than the depths beneath,

    Free and faithful, strong as death.

 4  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!

 5  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.