1 Nature with open volume stands,
To spread her Maker's praise abroad;
And every labour of his hands
Displays the wisdom of a God:
2 But in the grace that rescu'd man,
His brightest form of glory shines;
Here on the cross 'tis fairest drawn
In precious blood and crimson lines.
3 Here I behold his inmost heart,
Where grace and vengeance strangely join;
Piercing his Son with shaprest smart,
To make the purchas'd pleasures mine.
4 Oh! the sweet wonders of that cross,
Where God, the Saviour lov'd and dy'd!
Her noblest life my spirit draws
From his dear wounds, and bleeding side.
5 I would forever speak his name
In sounds to mortal ears unknown,
With angels join to praise the Lamb,
And worship at his Father's throne.
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First Line: | Nature with open volume stands |
Title: | Christ Crucify'd; the Wisdom and Power of God |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1785 |