Universal Redemption

Father, whose hand on all bestows
Sufficiency of saving grace;
Whose universal love o'erflows
The whole of Adam's fallen race

Within no narrow bounds confined,
The vast, unfathomable sea
Swells, and embraces all mankind; —
For, O my God, it reach'd to me!

If I could hear Thy quickening call,
Then all may seek, and find Thee too;
Surely Thou loving art to all,
And I stand forth to prove it true.

Was there a man Thou dooirist to die,
How justly then might I despair!
For who so vile a wretch as I?
For who so bold his God to dare?

Was there a single soul decreed
Thy unrelenting hate to know,
Then I were he — and well might dread
The horrors of eternal woe.

But, O, in vain the tempter tries
To shake the Rock that ne'er shall move;
My steadfast soul His power defies,
Secure in this, that God is love.

Whoe'er admits; my soul disowns
The image of a torturing God,
Well-pleased with human shrieks and groans,
A fiend, a Molock gorged with blood!

Good God! that any child of Thine
So horribly should think of Thee!
Lo! all my hopes I here resign,
If all may not find grace with me.

If fury can in Thee have place,
Empty it on my helpless head;
Cut off, exclude me from Thy grace,
Unless for all the Saviour bled.

If all may not Thy mercy claim,
On me the vengeful bolt let fall;
Take back my interest in the Lamb,
Unless the Victim died for all.
ANOTHER.