ow condescending and how kind
Was God’s eternal Son!
Our misery reached his heav’nly mind,
And pity brought him down.

[When Justice, by our sins provoked,
Drew forth its dreadful sword,
He gave his soul up to the stroke
Without a murm’ring word.]

[He sunk beneath our heavy woes,
To raise us to his throne;
There’s ne’er a gift his hand bestows
But cost his heart a groan.]

This was compassion like a God,
That when the Savior knew
The price of pardon was his blood,
His pity ne’er withdrew.

Now, though he reigns exalted high,
His love is still as great;
Well he remembers Calvary,
Nor let his saints forget.

[Here we behold his bowels roll,
As kind as when he died;
And see the sorrows of his soul
Bleed through his wounded side.]

[Here we receive repeated seals
Of Jesus’ dying love:
Hard is the wretch that never feels
One soft affection move.]

Here let our hearts begin to melt
While we his death record,
And with our joy for pardoned guilt,
Mourn that we pierced the Lord.

—from The Psalms & Hymns of Isaac Watts. Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book III: Prepared for the Holy Ordinance of the Lord's Supper

1 The Lord reigneth, let the people tremble: he sitteth betweene the Cherubims, let the earth be moued.
2 The Lord is great in Zion, and he is high aboue all the people.
3 They shall prayse thy great and fearefull Name (for it is holy)
4 And the Kings power, that loueth iudgement: for thou hast prepared equitie: thou hast executed iudgement and iustice in Iaakob.
5 Exalt the Lorde our God, and fall downe before his footestoole: for he is holy.
6 Moses and Aaron were among his Priests, and Samuel among such as call vpon his Name: these called vpon the Lord, and he heard them.
7 Hee spake vnto them in the cloudie pillar: they kept his testimonies, and the Lawe that he gaue them.
8 Thou heardest them, O Lorde our God: thou wast a fauourable God vnto them, though thou didst take vengeance for their inuentions.
9 Exalt the Lorde our God, and fall downe before his holy Mountaine: for the Lorde our God is holy.