438    C.M.     Isaac Watts
Christ’s Dying Love. Isa. 63. 9; John 15. 13

1 This was compassion like a God,
  That when the Saviour knew
  The price of pardon was his blood,
  He pity ne’er withdrew.

2 Now though he reigns exalted high,
  His love is still as great;
  Well he remembers Calvary,
  Nor let his saints forget.

3 [Here we behold his bowels roll,
  As kind as when he died;
  And see the sorrows of his soul
  Bleed through his wounded side.]