Christian Songs, Song XXXV

The Love which thought on helpless man, Doth angels tongues employ; The grace which stoop'd to Adam's race, The heav'ns doth fill with joy.

2 This, from eternity, was hid In divine Wisdom's breast; The grand design of mighty Love The church doth manifest.

3 When we survey that stately dome, Where heav'nly beauties shine; In wonder lost, we must proclaim The Architect divine.

4 The depth's as low as JESUS lay, When humbled to the death; The height's above all heav'ns with him; All things are far beneath.

5 All in the heav'ns, and on the earth, The breadth well comprehends; To ev'ry nation, tribe, and tongue, With freedom it extends.

6 The length from Adam to time's end, Thro' ev'ry age doth reach; The building shews the love of CHRIST, Which doth our ken outstretch.

7 Th' angelic throng with raptures view Salvation's structure rise; By it God's wisdom manifold With wonder strikes their eyes.

8 From ev'ry tribe and tongue are made Materials for the frame; Here ev'ry kind of sinners join; In CHRIST they are the same.

9 When the head-stone shall be brought forth Redemption-work to crown; The saints and angels then shall shout, Grace! Grace! in high renown.