1 O, Height and depth of boundless love,
Not men below, nor saints above!
Can search the great Creator's Ways,
Or know the riches of his grace.
2 Not angels search, nor human skill,
Can ever comprehend his will;
His judgments, counsels and his mind,
The wisest creature cannot find.
3 Yet God was pleased to unfold
The things that were conceal'd of old;
When he divulg'd that glorious plan,
Which was to save the race of man.
4 At first unto the Jews alone,
This was by types and shaddows shown;
Besides his Prophets and his word
To shew the counsels of the Lord.
5 But O, this was not understood,
That man should be redeem'd with blood;
This was to Jews and Greeks conceal'd,
Till all was in the fact reveal'd.
6 The Jews had long salvation sought,
In their own works which they had wrought;
And thus refus'd the Gospel call,
Which prov'd their stumble and their fall.
7 The Heathens hear'd the Gospel voice!
It fill'd their souls with greatest joys:
When this great mystry came to view,
That Jesus died to save them too.
8 O, heighth and depth of love divine,
Who could forsee that reat design'
The Lord himself, from heav'n came down,
And died to make the world his own.
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