III.III | The Psalms of David#III.IV | III.V |
1 How condescending and how kind
Was God's Eternal Son?
Our Mis'ry reach'd his heav'nly Mind,
And Pity brought him down.
[2 When Justice, by our Sins provok'd,
Drew forth its dreadful Sword,
He gave his Soul up to the Stroke
Without a murm'ring Word.]
[3 He sunk beneath our heavy Woes,
To raise us to his Throne;
There's ne'er a Gift his Hand bestows
But cost his Heart a Groan.]
4 This was Compassion like a God,
That when the Savioir knew
The Price of Pardon was his Blood,
His Pity ne'er withdrew.
5 Now though he reigns exalted High,
His love is still as great;
Well he remembers Calvary,
Nor let his Saints forget.
[6 Here we behold his Bowels roll,
As kind as when he dy'd;
And see the Sorrows of his Soul
Bleed through his wounded Side.]
[7 Here we receive repeated Seals
Of Jesus' dying Love;
Hard is the Wretch that never feels
One soft Affection move.]
8 Here let our Hearts begin to melt,
While we his Death record,
And, with our Joy for pardon'd Guilt,
Mourn that we pierc'd the Lord.
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First Line: | How condescending and how kind |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1769 |
Topic: | Christ's dying Love; Our Pardon bought at a dear Price; Redemption by Price |