1 How condescending and how wise
Is the eternal God!
On wings of love, from heaven he flies,
The church to buy with blood.

2 He saw her rolling in her filth,
More beastly far than swine;
Her only clothing sin and guilt;
Exposed to wrath divine.

3 He came to save her soul from hell,
And bring her home to God;
Her debts and guilt upon him fell;
He made the payment good.

4 His life he gave a ransom-price,
Resolved to set her free;
And make her in his name rejoice,
To all eternity.