580    8.8.6.     W. Gadsby
Sinners Married to Christ. Rom. 7. 4; Jer. 3. 14

1 My soul with holy wonder views
  The love the Lord the Saviour shows,
  To wretched, dying man;
  So strange, so boundless is his grace,
  He takes the vilest of our race
  With him to live and reign.

2 He’ll charm them with a holy kiss,
  And make them know what union is;
  He’ll draw them to his breast;
  A smiling eye upon them cast,
  Which brings them to his feet in haste,
  Each singing, “I am blest!

3 “I’m blest, I’m blest, for ever blest;
  My rags are gone, and I am dressed
  In garments white as snow;
  I’m married to the Lord the Lamb,
  Whose beauties I can ne’er explain,
  Nor half his glory show.”