CCLXXXVII. Christians risen and exalted with CHRIST to heavenly Places.

STUPENDOUS Grace! and can it be
Design'd for Rebels such as we?
O let our ardent Praises rise,
High as our Hopes beyond the Skies!

This Flesh, by righteous Vengeance slain,
Might ever in the Dust remain:
These guilty Spirits sent to dwell
'Midst all the Flames and Fiends of Hell.

But lo! incarnate Love descends;
Down to the Sepulchre it bends;
Rising, it tears the Bars away,
And springs to its own native Day.

Then was our Sepulchre unbar'd;
Then was our Path to Glory clear'd;
Then, if that Saviour be our own,
Did we ascend a heav'nly Throne.

A Moment shall our Joy compleat,
And fix us in that shining Seat,
Bought by the Pangs our Lord endur'd,
And by unchanging Truth secur'd.

O may that Love, in Strains sublime,
Be sung to the last Hour of Time!
And let Eternity confess,
Thro' all its Rounds, the matchless Grace.