Classic Poem

All nature spreads, with open blaze,
Her Maker's name abroad:
And ev'ry work of his, displays
The pow'r and skill of God.

But in the grace that rescu'd man,
His brightest glory shines;
Here, on the cross 'tis fairest drawn,
In precious bloody lines.

Here his whole name appears complete;
And who can guess or prove,
Which of the letters best are writ,
The wisdom, pow'r, or love?

Justice and mercy, truth and grace,
In all their sweetest charms,
Here met, and join'd their kind embrace,
With everlasting arms.