413 C.M. J. Kent
“He hateth putting away.” Mal. 2. 16; Jer. 32. 40
1
Let Zion songs of triumph sing;
 
Let gladness crown the day;
 
Jehovah is her God and King,
 
He hates to put away.
2
’Graved on his hands divinely fair,
 
Who did their ransom pay,
 
The golden letters still appear;
 
He hates to put away.
3
Think not that he’ll thy suit reject,
 
Or spurn thy humble plea;
 
He hears the groans of his elect,
 
And hates to put away.
4
[When loathsome in thy sins and blood,
 
He did thy state survey,
 
And for a stranger Surety stood;
 
He hates to put away.]
5
Salvation’s of the Lord alone;
 
Grace is a shoreless sea;
 
In heaven there’s ne’er a vacant throne;
 
He hates to put away.