L AMBETH Tune .

How willing was Jesus to die,
That we, fellow sinners, might live!
The life they could not take away
How ready was Jesus to give!

They pierced his hands and his feet;
His hands and his feet he resign'd;
The pangs of his body were great,
But greater the pangs of his mind.

That wrath would have kindled a hell
Of never-abating despair
In millions of creatures, which fell
On Jesus, and spent itself there.

Divinity burst in a blaze
Of vengeance on Jesus our head;
Divinity's indwelling rays
Sustain'd him till nature was dead.

Divinity back to his frame
The life he had yielded restor'd,
And Jesus, entomb'd, was the same
With Jesus in glory ador'd.

No nearer we venture than this,
To gaze on a deep so profound;
But tread, while we taste of the bliss,
With rev'rence the hallowed ground.