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. 

Text: Timothy Whelan, gen. ed., Nonconformist Women Writers, 8 vols. (London: Pickering & Chatto, 2011), vol. 1, pp. 151-52; Collection of Hymns Adapted to Public Worship, no. 383 (all stanzas); Poems, 1780, vol. 1, pp. 175-76; MS, Steele Collection, STE 3/1/1 no. 98 and STE 3/1/2 no. 3, Angus Library, Regents Park College,  Oxford.