88    L.M.     J. Hart
The Wonders of Redeeming Love. Ps. 130. 7

1 How wondrous are the works of God,
  Displayed through all the world abroad!
  Immensely great! immensely small!
  Yet one strange work exceeds them all!

2 [He formed the sun, fair fount of light;
  The moon and stars, to rule the night;
  But night and stars, and moon and sun,
  Are little works compared with one.]

3 [He rolled the seas and spread the skies,
  Made valleys sink and mountains rise;
  The meadows clothed with native green,
  And bade the rivers glide between.

4 But what are seas, or skies, or hills,
  Or verdant vales, or gliding rills,
  To wonders man was born to prove –
  The wonders of redeeming love?]

5 ’Tis far beyond what words express,
  What saints can feel or angels guess;
  Angels, that hymn the great I AM,
  Fall down and veil before the Lamb.

6 The highest heavens are short of this;
  ’Tis deeper than the vast abyss;
  ’Tis more than thought can e’er conceive,
  Or hope expect, or faith believe.

7 Almighty God sighed human breath!
  The Lord of life experienced death!
  How it was done we can’t discuss,
  But this we know, ’twas done for us.

8 Blest with this faith, then let us raise
  Our hearts in love, our voice in praise;
  All things to us must work for good,
  For whom the Lamb has shed his blood.

9 [Trials may press of every sort;
  They may be sore, they must be short;
  We now believe, but soon shall view,
  The greatest glories God can show.]