Classic Poem

I.

Down from the glorious realm above
Descends the Saviour cloth'd with love;
Assumes a body (can it be!)
To bleed and suffer death for me.

II.

Freely he spent his life and breath
To save me from eternal death;
And when no helper I could see
Made known his dying love to me.

III.

He took me from the jaws of hell,
And told my soul that all was well;
His love so great, his grace so free,
He said he spilt his blood for me.

IV.

O love amazing! boundless grace!
To me the worst of mortal race;
How could the Saviour die so free
For such a worthless wretch as me.

V.

What shall I do? what shall I say?
What can my soul to him repay
Who spilt his precious blood so free
For such a guilty wretch as me?

VI.

Lord all I have is double thine;
And I with pleasure will resign
My everlasting all to thee,
Who died for such a wretch as me.

VII.

This name shall dwell upon my tongue;
With joy I'll make his love my song;
I'll laud that name that stoop'd so free
To save a soul so vile as me.

VIII.

Forever in the realms above,
Bound up in everlasting love,
I shall with joy and wonder see
That Christ who gave his life for me.

IX.

I'll sound with all the countless race
The wonders of redeeming grace;
And this shall be my lasting plea,
The highest note belongs to me.