The Stennetts of England - Joseph Stennett - Hymn Poems

Lord, all the works thy hand has form'd

Lord, all the works thy hand has form'd
   In earth and heaven above,
And all thy tracks of providence
   Shew thee a God of love.

But thy surprizing acts of grace,
   To Adam's guilty feed,
Loudly proclaim to all the world,
   That God is love indeed.

To objects who deserve thy wrath
   Thy boundless love extends
Thou'rt kinder to thy enemies
   Than men are to their friends.

Love drew the model of our bliss
   In the decrees divine
Conducts the work, and will at length
   Complete the vast design.

Love brought heav'n's heir down from his throne
   Into a virgin's womb;
Fasten'd him to a cursed tree,
   And laid him in a tomb.

In his words, deeds, and sufferings all,
   The law of kindness reign'd:
Love open'd all his ghastly wounds,
   Thro which his life was drain'd.

His love as freely tenders now
   That meritorious blood,
That broken body, to our souls
   The best and sweetest food.

Love carry'd him up to his throne,
   There to prepare us room;
And love will bring him down again
   At last, to lead us home.

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