Classic Poem

I.

And did the holy and the just,
The Sovereign of the skies,
Stoop down to wretchedness and dust,
That guilty worms might rise?

II.

Yes, the Redeemer left his throne,
His radiant throne on high,
(Surprizing mercy! love unknown!)
To suffer, bleed and die.

III.

He took the dying traitor's place,
And suffer'd in his stead;
For man, (O miracle of grace!)
For man the Saviour bled!

IV.

Dear Lord, what heavenly wonders dwell
In thy atoning blood?
By this are sinners snatch'd from hell,
And rebels brought to God.

V.

Jesus, my soul, adoring, bends
To love so full, so free;
And may I hope that love extends
Its sacred power to me?

VI.

What glad return can I impart,
For favours so divine?
O take my all, — this worthless heart,
And make it only thine.