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 found,
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 waints 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.
Source: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns: done under the appointment of the Philadelphian Association #LXVII