And Did the Holy and the Just

And did the ho­ly and the just

The So­ver­eign of the skies

Stoop down to wretch­ed­ness and dust

That guil­ty worms might rise?

Yes

the Re­deem­er left His throne

His ra­di­ant throne on high

(Surprising mer­cy! love un­known!)

To suf­fer

bleed and die.

He took the dy­ing trai­tor’s place

And suf­fered in his stead;

For man (O mi­ra­cle of grace!)

For man the Sav­ior bled!

Dear Lord

what heav’n­ly won­ders dwell

In Thy aton­ing blood?

By this are sin­ners snatched from hell

And re­bels brought to God.

Jesus

my soul

ador­ing

bends

To love so full

so free;

And may I hope that love ex­tends

Its sac­red pow­er to me?

What glad re­turn can I im­part

For fa­vors so di­vine?

O take my all—this worth­less heart

And make it on­ly Thine.