87A    L.M.     J. Kent
Eph. 2; Mal. 3. 6

1 O the mysterious depths of grace!
  Who shall thy wandering mazes trace?
  Surpassing human thought to know
  Where this abyss of love shall flow.

2 ’Twas hid in God’s eternal breast,
  For all his sons in Jesus blest,
  Whose mystic members, from of old,
  Were in the book of life enrolled.

3 [Shall one, as now in thy embrace,
  Before tomorrow fall from grace;
  Be doomed to Tophet’s endless flame,
  Where hope or mercy never came?

4 No! glory to his name we say,
  He’ll love tomorrow as today.
  No wrath shall e’er his bosom move
  Towards an object of his love.]

5 No heights of guilt, nor depths of sin,
  Where his redeemed have ever been,
  But sovereign grace was underneath,
  And love eternal, strong as death.

6 Come, then, ye saints, in strains divine,
  Rehearse the same in every line;
  Nor fear to sing the charming lay;
  You’ll sing the same another day.

7 No other song will be the employ
  Of saints, in worlds of endless joy,
  But loud hosannas round the throne,
  To the great sacred Three-in-One.