1 O how deep is the love of my Savior for me,
And how great His compassionate grace!
And a truer devotion than His cannot be,
Nor a vision so fair as His face.

Refrain:
He was precious to me when I first knew His grace,
And my sins were all taken away;
But the years help me more of His goodness to trace—
He is sweeter to me ev’ry day.

2 When I saw Him afar I was filled with delight,
For His beauty was charming to me;
But each day other graces appear to my sight,
And each moment more graces I see. [Refrain]

3 There are days when the clouds overshadow my soul,
But His face thro’ the darkness appears;
And the billows of sorrow at times o’er me roll,
But His love can be seen thro’ my tears. [Refrain]