Christ's
Amazing
Love
AND
My
Amazing
Coldness
.
I.
COME
let
me
Love
:
or
is
my
Mind
Harden'd
to
Stone
,
or
froze
to
Ice
?
I
see
the
Blessed
Fair
One
bend
And
stoop
t'
embrace
me
from
the
Skies
!
II
.
O
'tis
a
Thought
would
melt
a
Rock
,
And
make
a
Heart
of
Iron
move
,
That
those
sweet
Lips
,
that
Heavenly
Look
Should
seek
my
Kisses
and
my
Love
.
III
.
I
was
a
Traytor
doom'd
to
Fire
,
Bound
to
sustain
Immortal
Pains
;
He
flew
on
Wings
of
strong
Desire
Assum'd
my
Guilt
,
and
took
my
Chains
.
IV
.
Infinite
Grace
!
Almighty
Charms
!
Stand
in
Amaze
,
ye
rolling
Skies
,
Jesus
the
God
with
naked
Arms
Hangs
on
a
Cross
of
Love
and
Dies
.
V.
Did
Pity
ever
stoop
so
low
Drest
in
Divinity
and
Blood
?
Was
ever
Rebel
courted
so
In
Groans
of
an
Expiring
God
?
VI
.
Again
He
lives
;
and
spreads
his
Hands
,
Hands
that
were
nay
l'd
to
tort'ring
Smart
;
"
By
these
dear
Wounds
,
says
He
,
and
stands
And
prays
to
clasp
me
to
his
Heart
.
VII
.
Sure
I
must
Love
;
or
are
my
Ears
Still
Deaf
,
nor
feel
the
Passion
move
?
Then
let
me
melt
my
Heart
to
Tears
,
And
Die
because
I
cannot
Love
.