In vain the first-born seraph tries
To sound the depths of Love Divine.
'Tis mercy all! Let earth adore!
Let angel minds enquire no more!

He left His Father's throne above,
(So free, so infinite His grace:)
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam's helpless race.
'Tis mercy all, immense and free!
For O, my God! it found out me!
Long my imprison'd spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature's night;
Thine eye diffus'd a quickening ray;
I woke; the dungeon flam'd with light:
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and follow'd Thee!

Still the small inward voice I hear,
That whispers all my sins forgiven:
Still the atoning Blood is near,

That quench'd the wrath of hostile Heaven;
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel my Saviour in my heart.

No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in Him, is mine!

All my trust on Thee is stay'd,
All my help from Thee I bring:
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of Thy wing!

Wilt Thou not regard my call?
Wilt Thou not accept my prayer?
Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall-
Lo! on Thee I cast my care!
Reach me out Thy gracious hand:
While I of Thy strength receive,
Hoping against hope I stand,
Dying, and behold I live!

Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound: Make and keep me pure within:Thou of Life the Fountain art, Freely let me take of Thee; Spring Thou up within my heart,Rise to all eternity!