803    C.M.     J. Hart
The Death and Excellency of Christ. Isa. 13. 12

1 The things on earth which men esteem,
  And of their richness boast,
  In value less or greater seem,
  Proportioned to their cost.

2 [The diamond, that’s for thousands sold,
  Our admiration draws;
  For dust men seldom part with gold,
  Or barter pearls for straws.]

3 Then what inestimable worth
  Must in those crowns appear,
  For which the Lord came down to earth,
  And bought for us, so dear!

4 The Father dearly loves the Son,
  And rates his merits high;
  For no mean cause he sent him down
  To suffer, grieve, and die.

5 The blessings from his death that flow,
  Only because we slightly know,
  And meanly value him.

6 [’Twas our Creator for us bled,
  The Lord of life and power;
  Whom angels worship, devils dread –
  God blest for evermore.]

7 O could we but with clearer eyes
  His excellencies trace,
  Could we his person learn to prize,
  We more should prize his grace.