Thy Boundless Love

Behold the pre­cious Lamb of God

Who died up­on the tree

That guil­ty sin­ners

such as I

Might thro’ His grace be free.

Thy bound­less love I’ll sing

Thy grace so full and free

’Tis un­der Thy pro­tect­ing wing

My soul de­lights to be.

Behold the heal­ing streams of grace

That from His side did flow;

I plunged be­neath the crim­son flood

That wash­es white as snow.

Behold the cross He bore for me

Whereby He saved my soul;

His match­less grace shall be my theme

While count­less ag­es roll.