Fountain of never-ceasing grace,

I was reading some articles and poems at ReformationInk and came across this poem by Augustus Toplady. It's an amazing poetic articulation of the grace, imputation, justification, Christ's suffering, man's sin, and forgiveness.

Thanksgiving for the Righteousness of Christ

Fountain of never-ceasing grace,

Thy saints' eexhaustless theme,

Great object of immortal praise,

Essentially supreme;

We bless the for the glorious fruits

Thy incarnation gives;

The righteousness which grace imputes,

And faith alone receives.

Whom heaven's angelic host adores,

Was slaughter'd for our sin;

The guilt, O Lord was wholly ours,

The punishment was thine:

Our God in the flesh, to set us free,

Was manifested here;

And meekly bare are sins, that we

His righteousness might wear.

Imputatively guitly then

Our substitute was made,

That we the blessings might obtain

For which his blood was shed:

Himself he offer'd on the cross,

Our sorrows to remove;

And all he suffer'd was for us,

And all he did was love.

In him we have a righteousness,

By God himself approv'd

Our rock, our sure foundation this,

Which never can be mov'd.

Our ransom by his death he paid,

For all his people giv'n,

The law he perfectly obey'd,

That they might enter heav'n.

As all, when Adam sinn'd alone,

In his transgression died,

So by the righteousness of one,

Are sinners justify'd,

We to thy merit, gracious Lord,

With humblest joy submit,

Again to Paradise restor'd,

In thee alone complete

Our souls his watchful love retrieves,

Nor lets them go astray,

His righteousness to us he gives,

And takes our sins away:

We claim salvation in his right,

Adopted and forgiv'n,

His merit is our robe of light,

His death the gate of heav'n.