The House of Redemption?

Oh thou that art named,
The House of Redemption;
Is the Spirit of the Lord
To be hemmed and straitened?
Are these His doings?
Your suasions of life,
Are but transitory murmers:
The blank misgivings,
Of diminished minds,
Moving with inconstancy;
In worlds not realised.
Behold, the Lord's hand,
Is not shortened,
That it cannot save;
Neither His ear heavy,
That it cannot hear:
Your iniquities,
Are as a wall of separation;
And your perversions,
Have hid His face from you,
That in your hour of despair,
He may not hear.