R:Mzm 22:29; Mat 6:10; Why 12:10-12
Glory to God, whose sovereign graceHath animated senseless stones;Called us to stand before His face,And raised us into Abraham’s sons!
The people that in darkness lay,In sin and error’s deadly shade,Have seen a glorious gospel day,In Jesus’ lovely face displayed.
Thou only, Lord, the work hast done,And bared Thine arm in all our sight;Hast made the reprobates Thine own,And claimed the outcasts as Thy right.
Thy single arm, almighty Lord,To us the great salvation brought,Thy Word, Thy all-creating Word,That spake at first the world from naught.
For this the saints lift up their voice,And ceaseless praise to Thee is giv’n;For this the hosts above rejoice,We raise the happiness of Heav’n.
For this, no longer sons of night,To Thee our thankful hearts we give;To Thee, who called us into light,To Thee we die, to Thee we live.
Suffice that for the season pastHell’s horrid language filled our tongues,We all Thy words behind us cast,And lewdly sang the drunkard’s songs.
But, O the power of grace divine!In hymns we now our voices raise,Loudly in strange hosannas join,And blasphemies are turned to praise!
One who is all unfit to countAs scholar in Thy school,Thou of Thy love hast named a friendO kindness wonderful!
So weak I am, O gracious Lord,So all unworthy Thee,That even the dust upon Thy feetOutweighs me utterly.
Thou dwellest in unshadowed light,All sin and shame aboveThat Thou shouldst bear our sin and shame,How can I tell such love?
Ah, did not He the heavenly throneA little thing esteem,And not unworthy for my sakeA mortal body deem?
When in His flesh they drove the nails,Did He not all endure?What name is there to fit a lifeSo patient and so pure?
So, Love itself in human form,For love of me He came;I cannot look upon His faceFor shame, for bitter shame.
If there is aught of worth in meIt comes from Thee alone;Then keep me safe, for so, O Lord,Thou keepest but Thine own.