Indulgent God! How Kind

Indulgent God! how kind

Are all Thy ways to me

Whose dark be­night­ed mind

Was en­mi­ty with Thee;

Yet now

sub­dued by sov­er­eign grace

My spir­it longs for Thy em­brace!

How pre­cious are Thy thoughts

Which o’er my bo­som roll!

They swell be­yond my faults

And cap­ti­vate my soul;

How great their sum

how high they rise

Can ne’er be known be­neath the skies.

Preserved in Je­sus when

My feet made haste to hell;

And there should I have gone

But Thou dost all things well;

Thy love was great

Thy mer­cy free

Which from the pit de­li­vered me.

Before Thy hands had made

The sun to rule the day

Or earth’s foun­da­tion laid

Or fa­shioned Ad­am’s clay

What thoughts of peace and mer­cy flowed

In Thy dear bo­som

O my God!

O fa­thom­less abyss

Where hid­den mys­ter­ies lie;

The ser­aph finds his bliss

Within the same to pry.

Lord

what is man

Thy des­per­ate foe

That Thou should bless and love him so?

A mo­nu­ment of grace

A sin­ner saved by blood;

The streams of love I trace

Up to the fount­ain

God;

And in His sac­red bos­om see

Eternal thoughts of love to me.