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GLORIES OF CHRIST.
O how shall I speak of his worth,
Or what his chief dignities are?
His angels can never express,
Nor saints that sit nearest his throne,
How rich are his treasures of grace;
No, this is a myst’ry i nknown.
2 In him, all the fulness of God
For ever transcendently shines,
Though once like a mortal he stood,
To finish his glorious designs.
Though once he was nailed to the cross,
Vile rebels like me to set free ;
His glory sustained no loss,
Eternal his kingdom shall be.
3 His wisdom, his love, and his power,
Seemed then with each other to vie ;
When sinners he stooped to restore,
Poor sinners condemned to die.
He laid all his grandeur aside,
And dwelt in a cottage of clay;
Poor sinners he loved till he died,
To wash their pollution away.
4 O sinners, believe, and adore
This Saviour so rich to redeem ;
No creature can ever explore
The treasures of goodness in him.
Come all ye who see yourselves lost,
And feel yourselves burdened with sin,
Draw near, while with terror you’re tossed,
Believe, and your peace shall begin.
5 Now, sinners, attend to his call,
* Whoso hath an ear let him hear
He promises mercy to all
Who feel their sad wants, far and near.
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