1 How condescending and how kind Was God's eternal Son! Our misery reach'd his heavenly mind, And pity brought him down.
2 [When Justice by our sins provok'd Drew forth its dreadful sword, He gave his soul up to the stroke, Without a murmuring word.]
3 [He sunk beneath our heavy woes To raise us to his throne; There's ne'er a gift his hand bestows But cost his heart a groan.]
4 This was compassion like a God, That when the Saviour knew The price of pardon was his blood, His pity ne'er withdrew.
5 Now tho' he reigns exalted high, His love is still as great: Well he remembers Calvary, Nor lets his saints forget.
6 [Here we behold his bowels roll, As kind as when he dy'd; And see the sorrows of his soul Bleed thro' his wounded side.]
7 [Here we receive repeated seals Of Jesus' dying love: Hard is the wretch that never feels One soft affection move.]
8 Here let our hearts begin to melt, While we his death record, And with our joy for pardon'd guilt Mourn that we pierc'd the Lord.