Hymn 383. The Wonders of Redemption

And did the holy and the just,

The Sovereign of the skies,

Stoop down to wretchedness and dust,

That guilty worms might rise?

Yes, the Redeemer left his throne,

His radiant throne on high,

(Surprizing mercy! love unknown!)

To suffer, bleed and die.

He took the dying traitor’s place,

And suffer’d in his stead;

For man, (O miracle of grace!)

For man the Saviour bled!

Dear Lord, what heavenly wonders dwell

In thy atoning blood?

By this are sinners snatch’d from hell,

And rebels brought to God.

Jesus, my soul, adoring, bends

To love so full, so free;

And may I hope that love extends

Its sacred power to me?

What glad return can I impart,

For favours so divine?

O take my all, – this worthless heart,

And make it only thine.

Collection of Hymns Adapted to Public Worship, no. 383 (all six stanzas); Poems, 1780, vol. 1, pp. 175-6; MS, Steele Collection, Angus Library, Regents Park College, STE 3/1/1 no. 98 and STE 3/1/2 no. 3; also Nonconformist Women Writers, vol. 1, pp. 151-52.