1 How shall I my savior set forth?
How shall I his beauties declare?
Or how shall I speak of His worth,
Or what His chief dignities are?
His angels can never express,
Nor saints who sit nearest his throne,
How rich are his treasures of grace:—
No! this is a mystery unknown.
2 In him all the fulness of God
For ever transcendently shines;
Tho' once like a mortal he stood
To finish his gracious designs:
Tho’ once he was nail'd to the cross,
Vile rebels like me to set free,
His glory sustained no loss,
Eternal his kingdom shall be.
3 His wisdom, his love, and his power,
Seem'd then with each other to vie,
When sinners he stoop'd to restore,
Poor sinners condemned to die!
He laid all his grandeur aside,
And dwelt in a cottage of clay,
Poor sinners he lov'd, tillhe dy'd
To wash their pollutions away.
4 O sinners, believe and adore
This savior so rich to redeem!
No creature can ever explore
The treasure of goodness in him:
Come, all ye who see yourselves lost,
And feel yourselves burden'd with sin,
Draw near while with terror you’re toss'd;
Believe, and your peace shall begin.
5 Now, sinners, attend to his call,
"Whoso hath an ear let him hear,"
He promises mercy to all
Who feel their sad wants, far and near:
He riches has ever in store,
And treasures that never can waste:
Here's Pardon, here's grace, yea and more,
Here's glory eternal at last.
Source: A Selection of Hymns: from the best authors, intended to be an appendix to Dr. Watt's psalms and hymns. (1st Am. ed.) #CLI
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