The Lord Is Gracious

How vile I am! Yet Thou didst love
Me nonetheless. And gave your Son
For my sins. O wretched man! Ne'er with Thee above
Do I deserve for eternity to dwell;
My lot ought be amongst flames and hell.
Yet Thou dost love the foolish one
Which wanders from the ninety-nine.
For me, Thou sealed the great transaction done,
And made a sordid wretch as Thine.
Oh, what mercy! If justice be sought,
Ne'er would a Prince a wicked creature have bought
With His precious blood, a drop worth more than all gold -
Indeed, redemption be the greatest story ever told.