Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 45

Tremendous love to lost mankind!
Could none but Christ the ransom find?
Could none but Christ the pardon buy?
How great the sin of Adam's race!
How greater still the Saviour's grace,
When God doth for His creature die!
Not heaven so rich a grace can show
As this He did on worms bestow,
Those darlings of the' Incarnate God;
Less favour'd were the angel-powers;
Their crowns are cheaper far than ours,
Nor ever cost the Lamb His blood.

Our souls eternally to save,
More than ten thousand worlds He gave;
That we might know our sins forgiven,
That we might in Thy glory shine,
The purchase-price was blood Divine,
And bought the' Aceldama of heaven.
Jesu, we bless Thy saving name,
And trusting in Thy merits claim
Our rich inheritance above;
Thou shalt Thy ransom'd servants own,
And raise and seat us on Thy throne,
Dear objects of Thy dying love.