The Son-He left God's throne above

(So free, so infinite His grace !)

Emptied Himself, and then in love

Bled for our lost, our ruined race:

'Tis mercy, all beyond our thought,

That us to God in Jesus brought.

No condemnation now we dread,

Jesus is ours, prepared our place,

Our life in Him, our hidden Head,

Himself our righteousness thro' grace,

Bold we approach the heavenly throne,

Heirs of the crown He for us won.

6-8s.           C. Wesley