1 OH, what a gift the Father gave
When He bestowed His Son
To save poor ruined, guilty man,
By sin defiled, undone!
2 For we were lost and vile indeed,
To sin a willing prey,
Till God in mercy interposed,
And turned our night to day.
3 Now we can call the Saviour ours,
Though all unworthy still;
We're sheltered by His precious blood
Beyond the reach of ill.
4 Come all who trust in Jesus now
And tell our joys abroad,
Let thankful hymns of praise ascend
For Christ, the gift of God.
