1 O GOD of love, how measureless
Thy thoughts to us are shown!
More precious they than tongue can tell,
Their fulness none have known!
2 We can but bless Thee for the light
Which shines in Christ Thy Son,
The favour of Thy countenance,
Which He for us has won.
3 Our hearts are more than filled with joy,
Our cup indeed runs o'er,
And, Father, in Thy presence now
We worship and adore.
4 We boast in Thee, Thou Source of good,
Thy glory fills our sight,
Now reconciled through Jesus' death,
We praise with great delight.
