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

J. Kent                      C.M.

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

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

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

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