1 Come let me love: or is my mind
Harden,'d to stone, or froze to ice?
I see the blessed fair one bend,
And stoop to embrace me from the skies!

2 O! 'tis a thought would melt a rock,
And make an heart of Iron move,
That those sweet lips, that heavenly look
Should seek and wish a mortal love!

3 I was a traitor doom'd to fire,
Bound to sustain eternal pains;
He flew on wings of strong desire,
Assum'd my guilt and took my chains.

4 Infinite grace! almighty charms!
Stand in amaze, ye rolling skies!
Jesus the God, extends his arms,
Hangs on a cross of love, and dies.

5 Did pity ever stoop so low
Dress'd in divinity and blood?
Was ever rebel courted so,
In groans of an expiring God?

6 Again he lives, and spreads his hands,
Hands that were nail'd to torturing smart;
"By these dear wounds," says he; and stands,
And prays to clasp me to his heart.

7 Sure I must love; or are my ears
Still deaf, nor will my passions move?
Lord! melt this stubborn heart to tears;
This heart shall yield to death or love.