| 1 | Thy grace, O Lord, that measured once the deep |
| Of Calv’ry’s woe, to seek and save Thy sheep, | |
| Has touched our hearts and made them long for Thee, | |
| Thyself our treasure and our all to be. | |
| 2 | Thy glory, Lord, at God’s right hand above, |
| Supreme of all in that blest scene of love, | |
| In sonship tells our hearts their wondrous place, | |
| In Thee accepted by the Father’s grace. | |
| 3 | Thy beauties, Lord, Thy holy precious worth, |
| Surpassing far the deepest joys of earth, | |
| Attract our hearts – our joy Thy constant love, | |
| Thyself our object in those scenes above. | |
| 4 | Thy fulness, Lord, of light and love divine, |
| No thought can grasp, nor human mind define. | |
| The whole vast scene of glory will display | |
| That fulness in a quickly-coming day. | |
| 5 | When all things filled by Thee are wholly blest, |
| And God’s deep love eternally shall rest | |
| In that which ever speaks to Him of Thee, | |
| Thy greatness, Lord, the universe shall see. | |
Hymn No 293 in Hymns for the Little Flock (1962 and 1973 editions)
