The Father’s love is far too great
To be to heaven confined.
The love He gave a worthy Son
Extends to humankind.

No man deserves a share in that
Which God bestows in grace,
And pours with all the wealth He owns
On our rebellious race.

My God, could any yearning soul
Be turned away by Thee?
And could thy overflow of love
Be not enough for me?

Is there a man so tightly bound
Thy love cannot prevail?
A man for whom thy power to save
Extends to no avail?

Could some peculiar turn of mind,
Some idiosyncrasy,
Create in this poor, struggling soul
Too hard a case for Thee?

Thy wisdom and Thy power flow
In concert with Thy grace,
And nothing is too hard for Thee—
Nor I, too hard a case.

No, not a thirsty soul is found
Outside Thy loving sphere,
Nor can outside Thy power to save
A contrite heart appear.

No one so strangely, tightly bound
That grace does not apply,
No one to whom Thy love won’t flow
In bounteous supply.

Thy love so freely poured on all
Does not on man depend.
It flows from Thy own loving heart,
And cannot find an end.