11 And did the holy and the just,
The Sov'reign of the skies,
Stoop down to wretchedness and dust,
That guilty worms might rise?

12 Yes, the redeemer in his soul
Sustain'd the pains of hell;
The wrath of God without controul,
On him our surety fell.

13 He took the dying sinner's place,
And suffered in his stead;
For man, (O miracle of grace!)
For man the Saviour bled!

14 Dear Lord, what heav'nly wonders dwell
In thy atoning blood!
By this are sinners snatch'd from hell,
And rebels brought to God.

15 Jesus, my soul, adoring, bends
To love so full, so free;
And may I hope that love extends
It's sacred power to me?

16 What glad return can I impart
For favours so divine?
O take my all — this worthless heart,
And make it only thine.