Verse 1
God of all grace, and majesty,
Supremely great, and good,
If I have favour found with thee,
Thro’ the atoning blood;
The guard of all thy mercies give,
And to my pardon join
A fear, least I should ever grieve
The gracious Spirit divine.

Verse 2
If mercy is indeed with thee,
May I obedient prove,
Nor e’er abuse my liberty,
Or sin against thy love:
This choicest fruit of faith bestow
On a poor sojourner,
And let me pass my days below
In humbleness and fear.

Verse 3
Rather I would in darkness mourn
The absence of thy peace,
Than e’er by light irreverence turn
Thy grace to wantonness:
Rather I would in painful awe
Beneath thine anger move,
Than e’er reject the gospel-law
Of liberty and love.

Verse 4
But oh! Thou wouldst not have me live
In bondage, grief, and pain,
Thou dost not take delight to grieve
The helpless sons of men:
Thy will is my salvation, Lord,
And let it now take place,
And let me tremble at thy word
Of reconciling grace.

Verse 5
Still may I walk as in thy sight,
My strict observer see,
And thou by reverent love unite
My child-like heart to thee.
Still let me, ’till my days are past,
At Jesu’s feet abide,
So shall he lift me up at last,
And seat me by his side.