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.