O What Matchless Condescension

O what matchless condescension
the Eternal God displays,
claiming our supreme attention
to His boundless works and ways;
His own glory! His own glory!
He reveals in gospel days.

In the person of the Saviour
all His majesty is seen;
Love and justice shine forever;
And without a veil between,
we approach Him! We approach Him!
And rejoice in His dear name.

Would we view His highest glory:
Here it shines in Jesus' face;
Sing and tell the pleasing story,
O ye sinners saved by grace;
And with pleasure! And with pleasure!
Bid the guilty Him embrace.

In His highest work, redemption,
see His brightest glory blaze;
Nor can angels ever mention
One that more of God displays.
Grace and justice! Grace and justice!
Here unite to endless days.

O what high and solemn pleasure,
God to view in Christ the Lord;
Here He smiles, and smiles forever;
May my soul His name record,
praise and bless Him! Praise and bless Him!
And His wonders spread abroad.