Classic Poem

Infinet love, & grace. July 2 73

If thou from hell, hadst only set
Us free. twere mercy. infinete
to those, who did rebell
But love, and grace, breaks through each let
and o're the banks did swell.

Thy love that rose exceeding high
In sending down, thy son to dye
our depts, for to discharg
And set, our soulls, att liberty
to walk in postures larg

If thou hadst only to the race
of sinfull Adam, shew'd this grace
To Let them still live here
Though they should n'e're have seen thy face
or in thy sight, apear.

This had been sure, a mercy great
But oh loves vigour, strength, & heat
to these who from thee fell
That thou shouldst them, in heaven seat
that they, with thee, might dwell.

If thou for many yeers hadst let
us ly in hell, t'were infinet
mercy in thee, if then
Thou shouldst att last, forgive the dept
unto the sons, of men.

But that thou shouldst now nulifie
And quite make void, the penallty
and that just law, recinde
Wherby we were condemn'd, to dy
when we in Adam sin'd.

Is such a mercy, that should wee
In nothing else, employed be
then in't to search, and pry
It would be work enough, to see
into, this mistery.

This condescending love of thine
Which thou hast made, in us to shine
we cannot but admire
And dayly long, in praise, to Joyne
with the unsuiing quire.