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C. M.
He died for our sins.
1 Cor. 15:3.
Jesus, in thy transporting name
What blissful glories rise!
Jesus, the angels’ sweetest theme—
The wonder of the skies!
2 Well might the skies with wonder view
A love so strange as thine!
No thought of angels ever knew
Compassion so divine!
3 Jesus, and didst thou leave the sky
To bear our sins and woes?
And didst thou bleed, and groan, and die,
For vile rebellious foes?
4 Victorious love! can language tell
The wonders of thy power,
Which conquered all the force of hell
In that tremendous hour!
5 What glad return can I impart
For favors so divine?
O take this heart, this worthless heart,
And make it only thine!
Mrs. Steele.