344 Whene'er we contemplate the grace,

1 Whene'er we contemplate the grace, The love and condescension Of Christ to our apostate race, Which pass all comprehension, Low at His feet we bend; Own Him the sinner's friend; Determined naught to know beside Christ Jesus, and Him crucified. 2 How pleasant is our lot, how good And blest beyond expression; For, having cleansed us by His blood, He bears us with compassion, Applies His healing power To us, each day and hour; Yea, we in Him redemption have, In death itself and in the grave. 3 And this our joyful theme shall be When, called to see our Savior, We join the glorious company Around His throne forever; Then we in highest strain Shall praise the Lamb once slain, Who hath redeemed us by His blood, And made us kings and priests to God.