O God, what love was Thine, to lift
From depths degrading such as we,
And give us to Thy Son, a gift
So precious unto Him that He
Should shed His blood our souls to bring
To heights of bliss bewildering.
To recreate us, to unite
Us to Himself, brought from the dead
By Thine eternal Spirit’s might
Live members of their living Head,
Made one with Him, by Him blood-bought,
Sure this were never creature thought.
That we should be thus joined to Him,
His body, He our heavenly Head,
And thus to reach the utmost rim
Of that vast sphere for which He bled,
And there with light that sphere to fill—
No creature’s counsel this, nor will.
The thought was Thine, the power to bring
The thought to pass was all Thine own—
Ring earth! with acclamation ring!
Ring worlds that wheel about His throne!
Ring with the praise of Father, Son,
And Holy Spirit—Triune One!