God is love, eternal, vast, and pure,
Not fickle flame that warms and then grows cold,
But justice clad in mercy’s robe secure,
Whose wrath defends what grace would fain uphold.

He formed the stars, the seas, the breathing clay,
And breathed His image deep in man’s first frame;
Yet sin arose, rebellion carved its way,
And broke the bond that bore His holy name.

Love cannot wink at evil’s dark design,
Nor let the rebel mock the throne above;
Wrath rises—not from hate, but law divine—
To guard the good, to vindicate His love.

Yet mercy moved the Father’s heart to send
His only Son, the spotless Lamb most dear;
On Calvary the rod of wrath did bend,
And every stroke of judgment fell Him near.

“It is finished!” rang through earth and sky—
The cup was drunk, the veil was rent in twain;
The curse was borne, the debt was lifted high,
And death itself lay broken in its chain.

Now stands the summons, tender yet severe:
“Believe on Him whom God in love has given;
Flee to the cross, let every doubt forswear,
And find in Christ the way from wrath to heaven.”

But whoso turns, rejecting mercy’s call,
Shall bear the weight that none but Christ could take;
The wrath abides—not vengeance without cause,
But justice answering for mercy’s sake.

O sinner, hear! The arms once nailed are wide;
The blood once shed still pleads for rebel kind.
God is love—turn now, in Him confide,
Lest love’s own justice leave thee lost, and blind.

Repent, believe—eternal life is thine;
The door stands open while the day remains.
Come to the Son, and wrath no more is thine;
In love’s embrace, the heart forever reigns.