Verse 1
Oft have I cursed my natal day,
While strug’ling in the legal strife,
And wish’d for wings to fly away,

And murmur’d to be held in life:
But O! My blasphemies are o’er,
I curse my day, my God no more.

Verse 2
His grace, which I abus’d so long,
Hath this, and all my sins forgiven,
I now have learnt a better song,

I chearfully look up to heaven,
With joy upon my head return,
And bless the day that I was born.

Verse 3
How could I, Lord, thy goodness grieve,
How could I do thee such despight?
At last I thankfully receive

The gift of thy continued light,
No longer I thy favours spurn,
But bless the day that I was born.

Verse 4
Fountain of life, and all my joy,
Jesu, thy mercies I embrace,
The breath thou giv’st, for thee employ

And wait to taste thy perfect grace,
No more forsaken, and forlorn,
I bless the day that I was born.

Verse 5
Since first I felt by grace remov’d
My sin’s intollerable load,
Long in the wilderness I rov’d,

And groan’d to live without my God;
I cannot now, as hopeless, mourn,
But bless the day that I was born.

Verse 6
The tyranny of sin is past,
And tho’ the carnal mind remains,
My guiltless soul on thee is cast,

I neither hug, nor bite my chains,
Prisoner of hope to thee I turn,
And bless the day that I was born.

Verse 7
Preserv’d thro’ faith by power divine,
A miracle of grace I stand,
I prove the strength of Jesus mine:

Jesus, upheld by thy right-hand,
Tho’ in my flesh I feel the thorn,
I bless the day that I was born.

Verse 8
Weary of life thro’ inbred sin
I was, but now defy its power,
When as a flood the foe comes in,

My soul is more than conqueror,
I tread him down with holy scorn,
And bless the day that I was born.

Verse 9
Born from above, I soon shall praise
Thy goodness with a thankful tongue,
Record the victory of thy grace,

And teach a listening world the song,
While many, whom to thee I turn,
Shall bless the day that I was born.

Verse 10
Come, Lord, and make me pure within,
O let me now be born of God,
Live to declare I CANNOT SIN!

Or, if I seal the truth with blood,
My soul from out the body torn,
Shall bless the day that I was born.