536    L.M.     W. Gadsby
“He hath made him to be sin for us.” 2 Cor. 5. 14, 21

1 Behold a scene of matchless grace,
  ’Tis Jesus in the sinner’s place;
  Heaven’s brightest Glory sunk in shame,
  That rebels might adore his name.

2 Tremendous clouds of wrath and dread,
  In vengeance burst upon his head;
  Ten thousand horrors seize his soul,
  And vengeful mountains on him roll.

3 He sighed; he groaned; he sweat; he cried;
  Through awful floods he passed and died;
  All penal wrath to Zion due,
  Infinite justice on him threw.

4 He rose in triumph from the dead;
  Justice declared the debt was paid;
  Then Christ with kingly grandeur flew,
  And took his throne in glory too.

5 Come, saints, with solemn pleasure trace
  The boundless treasures of his grace;
  He bore almighty wrath for you,
  That you might all his glory view.