Christian Songs, Song LXXXVII

Wond'rous patience towards them, Who do still prophane thy name, Thou art shewing; yet the more Thankless we provoke! therefore What is man that thou should'st mind, Such a wretch in such a kind!

1 Abused patience, into wrath Should be turn'd, all reason saith; And rich goodness still despis'd, Should bring us to hell surpris'd. What is man that thou should'st mind, Such a wretch in such a kind!

3 Yet thy mercy ent'red in, Mercy great, forgiving sin; And when sin did much abound, More abundant grace was found: What is man that thou should'st mind, Such a wretch in such a kind!

4 Where sin reigned unto death, Conquering grace gives life and breath To love divine,—and Jesus reigns O'er the fruit of all his pains. What is man that thou should'st mind, Such a wretch in such a kind!

5 For his soul did travail sore, To bring forth to God full store Of living sons, that he the first Born from the dead, should rule the rest. What is man that thou should'st mind, Such a wretch in such a kind!

6 Justice saith that we should live, And to our redeemer give Tribute due of thanks and praise, Singing in his righteous ways. What is man that thou should'st mind, Such a wretch in such a kind!

7 Is it not our service due To his yoke our necks to bow? After him the cross to bear, Whose cross frees us from all fear? What is man that thou should'st mind, Such a wretch in such a kind!