Verse 1
Shall we glory in our grace?
(Our grace is not our own)
Deck’d with a few borrow’d rays
From the eternal Sun,
Shall we of our lustre boast?
Or dazled by the brighter Light,
Sink o’rewhelm’d, eclips’d, and lost
In our Redeemer’s Sight?

Verse 2
Will the chief of saints declare
“The chief of saints am I!”
Perfect, his perfection dare
In words to testify?
Suffer worms to count him good?
Or humbled into nothing, own
He who wash’d me in his blood
My God, is good alone.

Verse 3
Are we justified by grace,
And to his mind restor’d?
Sinners still, we only praise
And glory in the Lord;
Christ our whole perfection call,
No excellence but Christ we see,
Christ alone is all in all
Thro’ all eternity.