All-sufficiency of the Gospel

Verse 1

The Saviour! oh, what endless charms Dwell in the blissful sound! Its influence every fear disarms, And spreads sweet comfort round, The almighty Former of the skies Stooped to our vile abode; While angels viewed with wondering eyes And hailed the incarnate God.

Verse 2

Oh, the rich depths of love divine! Of bliss a boundless store! Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine; I cannot wish for more. On thee along my hope relies, Beneath thy cross I fall; My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice, My Saviour, and my All!