How Condescending and How Kind

Verse 1

How condescending and how kind
Was God’s Eternal Son!
Our misery reached His heavenly mind,
And pity brought Him down.

Verse 2

He sunk beneath our heavy woes,
To raise us to His throne;
There’s ne’er a gift His hand bestows
But cost His heart a groan.

Verse 3

This was compassion like a God,
That, when the Saviour knew
The price of pardon was His blood,
His pity ne’er withdrew.

Verse 4

Now, though He reigns exalted high,
His love is still as great;
Well He remembers Calvary,
Nor lets His saints forget.

Verse 5

Here let our hearts begin to melt
While we His death record,
And with our joy for pardoned guilt
Mourn that we pierced the Lord.