1 Lord when I read the traitor's doom,
To "his own place" consin'd,
What holy fear and humble 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 wondrous, 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 Jesu's 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.
Source: A Selection of Hymns: from the best authors, intended to be an appendix to Dr. Watt's psalms and hymns. (1st Am. ed.) #DLXXX
Ryland, John, D.D., son of Rev. John Collett Ryland, was born at Warwick, Jan. 29, 1753. At that time his father was Baptist minister at Warwick, but in 1759 removed to Northampton. "J. Ryland, junior," as for many years he was accustomed to subscribe himself, was in 1781 ordained co-pastor with his father at Northampton. In 1794 he accepted the presidency of the Baptist College and the pastorate of the church in Broadmead, Bristol, and these offices he retained until his death on June 25, 1825. Dr. Ryland was a man of considerable literary culture, and received the degree of D.D. from Brown University, Rhode Island. He was one of the founders of the Baptist Missionary Society, and for the three years following the death of Rev. A. Fuller,… Go to person page >| First Line: | Lord, when I read the traitor's doom |
| Title: | Hell, the Sinner's Own Place |
| Author: | John Ryland |
| Meter: | 8.6.8.6 |
| Language: | English |
| Copyright: | Public Domain |
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