LXVII. Hell the Sinners own Place

1 Lord when I read the traitor's doom
To "his own place" consign'd,
What holy humble fear and hope
Alternate fill my mind!

2 Traitor to thee I too have been,
But sav'd by matchless grace,
Or else the lowest, hottest hell
Had surely been my place.

3 Thither I was by law adjudg'd,
And thitherward rush'd on;
And there in my eternal doom
Thy justice might have shone.

4 But lo! (what wond'rous, matchless love)
I call a place my own
On earth, within the gospel sound,
And at thy gracious throne.

5 A place is mine among thy saints,
A place at JESUS' feet,
And I expect in Heaven a place
Where saints and angels meet.

6 Blest lamb of God, thy sovereign grace
To all around I'd tell,
Which made a place in glory mine,
Whose just desert was hell.

Text Information
First Line: Lord when I read the traitor's doom
Title: Hell the Sinners own Place
Author: Ryland, Jun.
Meter: Common Metre
Language: English
Publication Date: 1790
Topic: After Sermon
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