He never sinned, He never knew
Until from me He gently drew
The bitter dregs of that dark cup
The awful draught, and drank it up.

Yea, 'twas for me, a loathsome one,
A scoffer, scoffing at His love-
And He, God's well-beloved Son !
Adored by million worlds above.

Has Earth, with all her boasted store,
A candle to eclipse the sun ?
I stand upon the Ocean's shore,
I gaze upon th' Eternal One !

O Treasure infinite of grace !
O vast, deep, wide Eternity!
That sun may blush and hide its face,
To think that Thou shouldst die for me.

And yet 'tis so;-still bow and
weep.
For with those pierced hands of His
He stoops to wash my soil-stained feet,
And greet me with a Lover's kiss !

Thou sweet, divine, eternal Love !
To thine own ready arms I flee,
And there would nestle as a dove-
Abide for all eternity.

Here tempests break and fall away:
They cannot touch His sheltered lamb.
I'm only resting till the day
Awake me in Immanuel's land.