Christ delivered me when bound,

Christ delivered me when bound, And when bleeding, healed my wound; Sought me wand'ring, set me right, Turned my darkness into light.

Can a woman's tender care Cease towards the child she bare? Yes, she may forgetful be; Yet will He remember me.

His is an unchanging love, Higher than the heights above; Deeper than the depths beneath, Free and faithful, strong as death.

I shall see His glory soon, When the work of grace is done; Partner of His throne shall be; Such is His great love for me!

Lord, it is my chief complaint That my love is weak and faint; Yet I love Thee, and adore: Oh, for grace to love Thee more.