"Where sin abounded, grace did much more abound" (Rom. 5:20.)

Tide of sin, in power appalling,
Reached its height at Calvary's tree;
Love of God, and grace surpassing,
Rising higher there, I see!

Sin's dark sea, and waves of passion
Raising high their foaming crest;
Love Divine, in sweet compassion,
Pouring oil into my breast.

Raging tempest, never quelling,
E'en by love that bore our sin;
Peace of God, forever telling
Of a heart at rest within.

Calvary's cross!-a beacon burning
Stands upon the Rock of love;
Ship-wrecked souls that light discerning
Reach their haven safe above!

E O. Hewlett