914    C.M.     J. Kent
Everlasting Love. Ezek. 47. 5; Zech. 14. 8

1 Beneath the sacred throne of God
  I saw a river rise,
  The streams were peace and pardoning blood,
  Descending from the skies.

2 Angelic minds cannot explore
  This deep, unfathomed sea;
  ’Tis void of bottom, brim, or shore,
  And lost in Deity.

3 I stood amazed, and wondered when,
  Or why, this ocean rose,
  That wafts salvation down to men,
  His traitors and his foes.

4 That sacred flood, from Jesus’ veins,
  Was free to take away
  A Mary’s or Manasseh’s stains,
  Or sins more vile than they.