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Everlasting Love. Ezek. 47. 5; Zech. 14. 8

J. Kent                      C.M.

1
Beneath the sacred throne of God
I saw a river rise,
The streams were peace and pardoning blood,
Descending from the skies.

2
Angelic minds cannot explore
This deep, unfathomed sea;
’Tis void of bottom, brim, or shore,
And lost in Deity.

3
I stood amazed, and wondered when,
Or why, this ocean rose,
That wafts salvation down to men,
His traitors and his foes.

4
That sacred flood, from Jesus’ veins,
Was free to take away
A Mary’s or Manasseh’s stains,
Or sins more vile than they.