Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

Hymn #168: How Condescending And How Kind

Hymn #167 Hymn #169


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168 (C.M.) Isaac Watts

How condescending and how kind

Was God's exalted Son!

Our mis'ry reached His heav'nly mind,

And pity brought Him down.

When justice, by our sins provoked,

Drew forth His dreadful sword,

He gave His soul up to the stroke

Without a murm'ring word.

See the compassion of our God!

That when the Saviour knew

The way 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 lets His saints forget.

Here we receive repeated seals

Of Jesus' saving 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.

Hymn #167 Hymn #169