WONDROUS GRACE

When the Lord was crucify’d,
Two transgressors with Him died;
One, with vile blaspheming tongue,
Scoff’d at Jesus as He hung.

Thus he spent his wicked breath,
In the very jaws of death;
Perish’d, as too many do,
With the Saviour in his view.

But the other, touch’d with grace,
Saw the danger of his case;
Faith receiv’d to own the Lord,
Whom the scribes and priests abhorr’d.

“Lord,” he prayed, “remember me,
When in glory Thou shalt be:”—
“Soon with me,” the Lord replies,
“Thou shalt rest in paradise.”

This was wondrous grace indeed,
Grace vouchsaf’d in time of need!
Sinners, trust Jesus’ name,
You shall find Him still the same.

But beware of unbelief,
Think upon the hard’ned thief;
If the Gospel you disdain,
Christ, to you, will die in vain.

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