Christian Songs, Song XXVII

How sweet's the grace that doth appear, In healing sinners stray'd from God! How oft that sight may we behold, Where JAH himself makes his abode! His tender mercies, like himself Our utmost stretch of thought surpass; Where we expected wrath and frowns, There he discov'reth love and grace, Which shines to us in Jesus' face.

2 Thus, when the youngest son with shame Seeks ways to plead his father's grace; His father eyes him yet afar, And meets him with a fond embrace; His mouth he stops with kindest kiss, With finest robe doth him invest, His hunger by rich food allays, And mirth succeeds, to glad the feast. Thus grace to rebels is exprest.