O wondrous love beyond man's comprehension
That God, Himself, should come and die for me,
Assuring me, thereby, of my redemption-
Of soul's and body's immortality.

And not for me alone did He thus suffer
And agonize there on the accursed tree;
But for all children though they turn far from Him,
And spurn His gift which is so full and free.

Can they escape, who this so great salvation
Neglect, refuse or wilfully disdain?
It makes us weep to see their hesitation
When they eternal life by faith could gain.

O blessed Lord, in mercy wilt Thou hearken?
Behold these poor sheep in their blinded state,
Grant them, we pray, another chance to give Thee
Their hearts and souls before it is too late. E. W. C.