The Stennetts of England - Joseph Stennett - Hymn Poems
Eternal Father, how devine

Eternal Father, how devine,
How noble is this gift of thine
That thou thould'st send thy only son,
That holy, lov'd, and lovely one;

The noblest objet of thy love,
To leave his throne and crown above,
To dwell with mortals here below,
And death for them to undergo

And thou, blest Saviour, who didst come
So freely from thy heav'nly home,
To make thyself a sacrifice
For criminals and enemies

How full of wonder is that love
That could determine thee to move
From thy illustrious palace, where
The heav'nly host did thee revere!

Where flaming Seraphs bow'd before
Thy awful scepter, to adore
Thy holy, holy, holy name,
And thy perfections to proclaim!

Love made thee all this glory leave,
A veil of human flesh receive,
To live in grief and misery,
And after all to bleed and die!

To die a death the most accurst,
And of all deaths the very worst;
To be with lingring torments slain,
Abus'd with scoffs and vile disdain!

All this thou hast endur'd, that we
Holy and happy too might be;
And with thee in thy kingdom reign,
When thou, dear Lord, shalt come again.

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