Verse 1
All glory to Thee Our ancestors’ God,
Whose wonders we see On sinners renew’d!
Our best adoration Thy benefits claim,
Thy grace and salvation Forever the same.
Verse 2
The spiritual blind Their Saviour behold,
Inlighten’d they find Their way to the fold:
The lame we see walking, The maim’d are restor’d,
The dumb are all talking In praise of their Lord.
Verse 3
Thy work is begun: But O, let it be
With power carried on In them and in me;
Who own our condition, Afflicted and poor,
And trust the Physician To perfect our cure.