Hell, the Sinner's Own Place

Verse 1

Lord when I read the traitor's doom, To "his own place" consin'd, What holy fear and humble hope Alternate fill my mind!

Verse 2

Traitor to thee I too have been, But sav'd by matchless grace, Or else the lowest, hottest hell Had surely been my place.

Verse 3

Thither I was by law adjudg'd, And thitherward rush'd on; And there in my eternal doom Thy justice might have shone.

Verse 4

But lo! (what wondrous, matchless love!) I call a place my own On earth within the gospel sound And at thy gracious throne.

Verse 5

A place is mine among thy saints, A place at Jesu's feet, And I expect in heaven a place Where saints and angels meet.

Verse 6

Blest lamb of God, thy sovereign grace To all around I'd tell, Which made a place in glory mine, Whose just desert was hell.