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Shall Jesus descend from the skies
To atone for our sins by his blood,
And shall we such goodness despise,
And rebels still be to our God?
No brute could be ever so base!
Shall man thus ungrateful then prove?
Forbid it, O God of all grace!
Forbid it, thou Spirit of love!
The devils would laugh us to scorn,
For folly so shameful as this;
O let us to God then return,
Sure never was goodness like his.
He saved us, or we had been lost,
Nor comfort nor hope had e'er known:
Yet he knew this salvation would cost
No less than the blood of his Son.
Through him we forgiveness shall find,
And taste the sweet blessings of peace:
If, contrite and humbly resigned,
We trust in his promised grace.
This world, then, with all its gay joy,
That its thousands has snared and undone,
May tempt, but shall never destroy
Whom Jesus has marked for his own.
While here through the desert we stray,
Our God shall be all our delight;
Our pillar of cloud in the day,
And also of fire in the night;
Till, the Jordan of death safely passed,
We land on the heavenly shore,
Where we the hid manna shall taste,
Nor hunger nor thirst any more.
And there, while his glories we see,
And feast on the joys of his love,
We changed to his likeness shall be,
And then shall all gratitude prove.
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