C.M. sung to Boardman 1 OH, what a gift the Father gave When He bestowed His Son To save poor ruined, guilty man, By sin defiled, undone! 2 For we were lost and vile indeed, To sin a willing prey, Till God in mercy interposed, And turned our night to day. 3 Now we can call the Saviour ours, Though all unworthy still; We're sheltered by His precious blood Beyond the reach of ill. 4 Come all who trust in Jesus now And tell our joys abroad, Let thankful hymns of praise ascend For Christ, the gift of God. | Alternative tunes (C.M.) |