Hymnal: The Christian Hymn-Book
Date: 1815
Compiler: John Thompson et al
Publisher/Printer: Looker and Wallace
First Line: How condescending and how kind
Topic: For the Lord's Supper
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: CM
Tune:
Hymn Number: 184
Page Number: 164, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsHow condescending and how kind
Was God's beloved Son!
Our mis'ries reach'd his heavenly mind,
And pity brought him down.
He sunk beneath our heavy woes,
To raise us to his throne;
There's ne'er a gift his hand bestows,
But cost his heart a groan.
This was compassion like a God,
That when the Saviour knew
The price of rebels was his blood,
His pity ne'er withdrew.
Now, tho' he reigns exalted high,
His love is still as great;
Well he remembers Calvary,
Nor let his saints forget.
Here we behold his bowels roll,
As kind as when he di'd;
And see the sorrows of his soul,
Bleed thro' his wounded side.
Here we receiv'd repeated seals,
Of Jesus' dying love;
Hard is the wretch that never feels,
One soft affection move
Here let our hearts begin to melt,
While we his death record;
And with our joys for pardon'd guilt,
Mourn that we pierc'd the Lord.