Thee, Maker of the world, we praise

Verse 1
Thee, Maker of the world we praise,
The end of our creation own,
Being thou gav’st the favourite race,
That man might love his God alone,
With knowledge fill’d, and joy, and peace,
And glorious, everlasting bliss.

Verse 2
But man his liberty of will
Abus’d, and turn’d his heart from thee:
His fault on us intail’d we feel,
While born in sin and misery,
We from our God with horror fly,
And perish, and forever die.

Verse 3
We must have died that second death,
Had not the Son of God been man:
Jesus for us resign’d his breath,
For us reviv’d, and rose again,
He purg’d our sin, he bought our peace,
And fills us with his righteousness.

Verse 4
We now, by his good Spirit led,
Our own desires and will forego,
Delight in all his steps to tread,
And perfect holiness below,
Our ransom’d souls to God resign
Fill’d up with peace and joy divine.

Verse 5
In Jesus join’d to God again,
To all thy saints in earth and heaven,
We triumph with the sons of men,
Thy utmost grace to sinners given
Sure at his coming to receive,
And blest with thee forever live.

Hymnal/Album: Introduced in Charles Wesley, Hymns for Children (Bristol: E. Farley, 1763). Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 6 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1870), page 394.
Publishing: Public Domain