Classic Poem

HYMN XV.

How many miracles of love,
What mysteries of grace
Has th' ever-blessed Jesus shown
To Adam's sinful race!

That he should humbly condescend
Our mortal flesh to wear;
Our sicknesses, our sorrows all,
And numerous sins to bear!

Was't not enough, thou holy ONE ,
To lay aside thy crown,
And, in a servant's form on earth
To wander up and down?

Was't not enough with sighs and tears
Our miseries to deplore,
To teach us by thy blameless life?
But wouldst thou still do more?

Whence is this unexampled love
To wretched human kind?
What to attract thy heart couldst thou
In loathsom sinners find?

Yet loaded with our sins and pains,
Thou thro death's vale wouldst go;
That we made innocent and free,
The way of life might know.

Worthy art thou, O lamb of God,
Among thy saints to reign,
Who to redeem them by thy blood,
Wast once an offering slain.