“The wisdom of God in a mystery.” 1 Cor. 2. 7

I. Watts   L.M.

Nature with open volume stands,
To spread her Maker’s praise abroad,
And every labour of his hands,
Shows something worthy of a God.

But in the grace that rescued man,
His brightest form of glory shines;
Here on the cross ’tis fairest drawn,
In precious blood, and crimson lines.

O the sweet wonders of that cross,
Where God the Saviour loved and died!
Her noblest life my spirit draws
From his dear wounds and bleeding side.

I would for ever speak his name,
In sounds to mortal ears unknown;
With angels join to praise the Lamb,
And worship at his Father’s throne.


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