Verse 1

Should yearn to change my sorrow into bliss;

Nor rest till He had planned to bring me nigh,

How wonderful is love like this!

Verse 2

That Christ should join so freely in the scheme,

Although it meant His death on Calvary;

Did ever human tongue find nobler theme

Than love divine that ransomed me!

Verse 3

That for a wilful outcast such as I,

The Father planned, the Saviour bled and died;

Redemption for a worthless slave to buy,

Who long had law and grace defied.

And now He takes me to His heart a son,

He asks me not to fill a servant’s place;

The ‘far-off country’ wand’rings all are gone,

Wide open are His arms of grace.