1 God's power and wisdom is displayed
In every thing his hands have made;
But more his mercy and his grace,
In saving fallen Adam's race.
2 The matchless grace and love of God,
Appears in shedding of his blood,
For poor apostate Adam's seed,
'Tis condescending love indeed.
3 Methinks I heard his father say,
"The utmost farthing you shall pay;
My injured justice must have right,
I can't abate one single mite.
4 "Since you espouse the sinner's cause,
You must fulfill my righteous laws;
Although you are my darling son,
I will have right and justice done."
5 Hark! how the Savior then replied;
"Since justice must be satisfied,
I am your most obedient son:
My father let thy will be done.
6 "I give myself into thy hands,
Let justice have its full demands;
If all my blood will pay the debt,
Man shan't be lost for want of that.
7 "If that my life will but atone
For the offense that man has done
I freely will resign my breath,
To save their precious souls from death."
8 Amidst his sorrows fro a space,
His father hid his smiling face,
Which did extort such bitter cries
As filled all nature with surprise.
9 Those piercing words, Eli, Eli,
Likewise Lama sabachtini!
Which our expiring Lord did speak,
They made the universe to shake.
10 Well might the sun its glory veil,
And every thing in nature fail,
And blush, had they but eyes to see
Their maker hanging on a tree.
11 What adamantine hearts of stone
Could hear our Savior's dying groan,
And not lament in any shape,
Except some hardened reprobate?
12 How could the spotless Lamb of God,
Consent to spill his precious blood:
To save a stubborn guilty wretch?
'Twas love indeed without a match!
13 O! what is sin, that spawn of hell?
Its dreadful nature who can tell?
No man on earth, nor Gabriel's tongue,
Can e'er express what sin has done.
14 God's grace and love to fallen man,
Our human reach can never scan!
An angel's tongue can say no more,
It is a sea without a shore.
15 Arise ye stupid souls, and view
What your dear Lord has done for you;
And spend the remnant of your days
In striving to advance his praise.
16 The Father, Son and Spirit too,
All praise and honor are their due,
From spotless angels round the throne,
And human creatures every one.
Divine Hymns, or Spiritual Songs: for the use of religious assemblies and private Christians 1800