Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

604 (L.M.) John Kent

Oh, the mysterious depths of grace!

Who shall thy wand'ring mazes trace?

Surpassing human thought to know

Where this abyss of love shall flow.

'Twas hid in God's eternal breast,

For all His sons in Jesus blest,

Whose mystic members, from of old,

Were in the book of life enrolled.

No heights of guilt, nor depths of sin,

Where His redeemed have ever been,

But sov'reign grace was underneath,

And love eternal, strong as death.

Come, then, ye saints, in strains divine,

Rehearse the same in ev'ry line;

Nor fear to sing the charming lay;

You'll sing the same another day.

No other song will be th'employ

Of saints, in worlds of endless joy,

But loud hosannas 'round the throne

To the great holy Three-in-One.