How condescending and how wise

How condescending and how wise
Is the eternal God!
On wings of love, from heaven he flies,
The church to buy with blood.

He saw her rolling in her filth,
More beastly far than swine;
Her only clothing sin and guilt;
Exposed to wrath divine.

He came to save her soul from hell,
And bring her home to God;
Her debts and guilt upon him fell;
He made the payment good.

His life he gave a ransom-price,
Resolved to set her free;
And make her in his name rejoice,
To all eternity.