O Wondrous Love!

Yes, He has come
Down from His peerless home,
Has laid His former glory by;
Relinquished, for a while, heaven’s joy,
To taste of earth without alloy—
Ο wondrous love!

And He has been
Upon this barren scene;
The Father’s heart has open laid,
The Father’s precious will obeyed,
And reconciliation made—
Ο wondrous love!

And He has died,—
The Lamb, the Crucified;
Has borne the culprit’s fearful doom,
‘Mid heaven and earth’s commingling gloom,
Has lain within the silent tomb—
Ο wondrous love!

He rose again
From death’s dark cold domain;
And, in that all-victorious hour,
He broke death’s stern resistless power,
Dispell’d its cloud, no more to lower—
Ο wondrous love!

And for His own
Now fills your azure throne.
Heaven’s pearly gates were thrown aside,
When He arose who once had died;
The Lamb, once slain, now glorified—
Ο wondrous love!

He’ll come again,
And prove our hope not vain;
We wait the moment, oh, so fair;
To rise and meet Him in the air;
His heart, His home, His throne to share—
Ο wondrous love!