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The unsearchable riches of Christ.
Eph. 3:8.
How shall I my Saviour set forth?
How shall I his beauties declare?
O how shall I speak of his worth,
Or what his chief dignities are?
2 His angels can never express,
Nor saints who sit nearest his throne,
How rich are his treasures of grace—
No—this is a secret unknown.
3 In him all the fullness of God
For ever transcendently shines!
Though once like a mortal he stood
To finish his gracious designs.
4 Though once he was nailed to the cross,
Vile rebels like me to set free,
His glory sustainéd no loss,
Eternal his kingdom shall be.
5 O sinners! believe and adore
This Saviour so rich to redeem!
No creature can ever explore
The treasures of goodness in him.
6 Come, all you who see yourselves lost,
And feel yourselves burdened with sin,
Draw near, while with terror you’re tossed,
Obey, and your peace shall begin.
7 He riches has ever in store,
And treasures that never can waste:
Here’s pardon, here’s grace—yea, and more,
Here’s glory eternal at last.
Maxwell.