Lord of unexampled grace,
Redeemer of Thy sheep,
Subject of eternal praise,
Which makes our hearts to leap;
Still our choicest strains we bring,
Still the joyful theme pursue;
Thee the Friend of sinners sing,
Whose love is ever new.
Endless scenes of wonder rise
With that mysterious tree,
Crucified before our eyes
Where we our MAKER see;
Jesus, Lord, what hast Thou done!
Publish we the death divine,
Sing and gaze, and fall, and own
Never was love like thine.
Never love, nor sorrow, was
Like that my Saviour shew’d;
See Him bleed on yonder cross.
And bow beneath our load!
Now discern the DEITY,
Now His heavenly birth declare!
Faith cries out, ’tis HeÂ—’tis He!
My God that suffers there.
Jesus drinks the bitter cup,
The wine press treads alone;
Tears the graves and mountains up
By His expiring groan,
Lo, the pow’rs of heaven He shakes;
Nature in convulsions lies,
Earth’s profoundest centre quakes;
The great JEHOVAH dies.
Well may heaven be cloth’d with black
And solemn sackcloth wear.
Jesus’ agonies partake,
The hour of darkness share!
Lo, the sunbeams veil their light,
With their MAKER sympathize,
Leave the world in sudden night!
The God of angels dies.
Lift up your heads with joyful hope,
Ye objects of His love;
Sing, for Jesus is gone up,
And reigns enthron’d above:
Lives our Head, to die no more;
Pow’r is all to Jesus given,
Worshipp’d, as He was before,
Th’ immortal King of heav’n.
Lord, we bless Thee for Thy grace,
And truth, which cannot fail;
Trusting to behold Thy face,
Without a dimming veil.
We shall see our heav’nly King,
We shall sound Thy glorious name,
Help the angel choirs to sing
Our dear triumphant LAMB.
As far as is known, the above hymn does not appear in the modem editions of Toplady. A recently-published paperback, containing a selection of Toplady’s Hymns and Diary which we recommend, is available from Mr. O. G. Pearce, Gospel Standard Publications, 15A Park Road South, Harpenden, Herts.