O! what matchless condescension

Verse 1

O what matchless condescension The eternal God displays; Claiming our supreme attention, To his boundless works and ways. His own glory He reveals in gospel days.

Verse 2

In the person of the Saviour, All his majesty is seen! Love and justice shine for ever; And, without a veil between, Worms approach him, And rejoice in his dear name.

Verse 3

Would we view his brightest glory, Here it shines in Jesus’ face; Sing and tell the pleasing story, O ye sinners saved by grace; And with pleasure, Bid the guilty him embrace.

Verse 4

In his highest work, redemption, See his glory in a blaze; Nor can angels ever mention Aught that more of God displays; Grace and justice Here unite to endless days.

Verse 5

True, ’tis sweet and solemn pleasure, God to view in Christ the Lord; Here he smiles and smiles for ever; May my soul his name record; Praise and bless him, And his wonders spread abroad.