Classic Poem

God's nature and his name we read
When we behold the Saviour bleed;
And, when we hear his dying groan,
His shame and grief explain our own!

The lustre of the holy law,
Thus honour'd fills our minds with awe
And Calvey's scenes at once reveal
More love and wrath than heav'n and hell

How pure the truth that would not spare
Thine equal, thine eternal heir!
How great the love that freely gave
Thy son thine enemies to save!

Thy just commands, by him obey'd,
In all their beauties stand display'd;
Thy righteous vengeance falling there
Fills earth and heav'n with holy fear.