Classic Poem

Oh boundless Love! Oh Mercy Infinite!
What poignant Grief and Pain,
Did'st thou bright King of Glory, Lord of Might!
For us thy Slaves sustain!
What Pangs! what Terrors didst thou undergo!
What Floods of Mercy! from thy Side did flow!
Each Drop of Blood thou freely for us gave,
And yet each Drop could Worlds of Sinners save.
O beauteous Image of thy Father's Face!
Eternal God of Love, and Grace!
How can we this thy wond'rous Act requite,
Or how sufficiently adore thy Might?
Nor Lives, nor Holocausts dost thou demand,
From those thy Blood redeem'd,
Nor rigid Penances command,
As some have fondly dream'd.
Love! grateful Love, is all thou do'st require,
Oh then with grateful Love our Souls inspire!
First to thy self, as is most justly due,
Next unto all who bear thy Image too.