Verse 1
Thy previous grace, which now I feel,
To me mine unbelief hath shown,
Hath made my darkness visible;
And joyful in its cure begun,
A glimmering light my spirit sees,
And man beholds as walking trees.
Verse 2
As walking in a shadow vain
A world of sinners I perceive;
Joy they pursue, and sorrow gain,
In ignorance, like mine, they live,
Till justice stern the axe apply,
And then they fade, they fall, they die!