Classic Poem

God, in His Love to man, don't spare
His own Beloved Son;
But gives Him up, the Curse to bear,
For mans Redemption .

Since He hath now for Sinners done
That Greatest Thing , we know,
On us, He won't count any One
Too Great , for to bestow.

Gods chosen who now can Arraign
Whom God hath Justify'd ?
And who shall dare Those to Condemn ,
For whom His Christ hath Dy'd ?

Dy'd ! Yea, and Rising from the Dead ,
At the Right-Hand of God,
He Sits in Glorious Pow'r, to Plead
The Merits of His Blood.

Us from such Love of God as This,
A Love so Free and Great,
In our Lord Jesus Christ, there is
Nothing shall Separate .