How vast, immense, and measureless

How vast, immense, and measureless The love of Christ to me! How else could such a wretch as I Be blessed so graciously? To bring me back unto Himself, My Lord His all did spend; So I would gladly bear the cross And follow to the end.

My all I have forsaken now, This blessed Christ to gain; Now life or death is no concern — What else can me restrain? To bring me wealth, ambition, fame — What can they offer me? My gracious Lord for me was poor, For Him I poor would be.

My precious Savior now I love, Him only would I please. For Him all gain a loss becomes, And comfort holds no ease. Thou art my comfort, gracious Lord! I've none in heav'n but Thee. And who but Thee is there on earth With whom I love to be?

Though loneliness and trials come, My grief's I'd rise above, This only would I ask Thee, Lord; Surround me with Thy love! O gracious Lord, I now beseech, Guide me through every stage; Stand by and strengthen me to go Through this dark, evil age.

The world, the flesh, and Satan too, Do tempt my soul apace; Without Thy love and strength'ning power I may Thy name disgrace. The time, dear Lord, is running short; From earth my soul set free. When Thou dost come, I'll sing with joy, Hallelujah to Thee!