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His condescension.
And did the holy and the just,
The Sovereign of the skies,
Stoop down to wretchedness and dust
That guilty man might rise?
2 Yes, the Redeemer left his throne,
His radiant throne on high;
Surpassing mercy! love unknown!
To suffer, bleed, and die.
3 He took the dying rebel’s place,
And suffered in our stead;
For sinful man, O wondrous grace!
For sinful man he bled!
4 O Lord! what heavenly wonders dwell
In thy most precious blood?
By this are sinners saved from hell,
And rebels brought to God.
Mrs. Steele.