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Hymn 43 Part 1

Adam, our father and our head, Transgressed, and justice doomed us dead; The fiery law speaks all despair: There's no reprieve nor pardon there.

But, O unutterable grace The Son of God takes Adam's place; Down to our world the Savior flies, Stretches his arms, and bleeds, and dies.

Justice was pleased to bruise the God, And pay its wrongs with heav'nly blood: What unknown racks and pangs he bore! Then rose; the law could ask no more.

Amazing work! look down, ye skies, Wonder and gaze with all your eyes; Ye heav'nly thrones, stoop from above, And bow to this mysterious love.

Lo! they adore th' incarnate Son, And sing the glories he hath won; Sing how he broke our iron chains, How deep he suiik, how high he reigns!

Triumph and reign, victorious Lord, By all the flaming hosts adored; And say, dear Couqueror, say how long Ere we shall rise to join their song.

Send down a chariot from above, With fiery wheels, and paved with love Raise us beyond th' ethereal blue, To sing and love as angels do.