And when I think that God His Son not sparing,
Sent him to die - I scarce can take it in;
That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin

When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart!
Then I shall bow in humble adoration And there proclaim,
My God, How Great Thou Art!