How Slow and Dull of Heart Are We
M. Justin Wainscott, © 2009
How slow and dull of heart are we,
Held fast by sin’s dread sway;
That we would gaze on Calv’ry’s tree,
And want to look away.
But oh! how beautiful the sight
Of sin in gross defeat;
Of darkness bowing to the Light,
And victory complete!
How feebly do our souls believe
The gospel’s saving grace;
That Christ would all God’s wrath receive,
And suffer in our place.
But oh! how wonderful the thought
Of pardon full and free;
Of knowing that by Christ we’re bought,
And His we’ll ever be!
How little do our minds perceive,
The depths of what it cost
For Christ our Savior to relieve
Our burden on the cross.
But oh! how glorious the plan
That saved our wretched race;
Conceived before the world began,
Secured by sov’reign grace!
How weakly do our praises ring,
Cause we’ve not understood
That efficacious mercy springs
From Christ’s atoning blood.
But oh! the day when we shall know,
In full and not in part;
The saving pow’r his blood bestows
On ev’ry ransomed heart!