Verse 1
Then, then th’ intestine war is o’er,
And guilty shame confounds no more,
When thou hast rooted out our pride:
With vain complacency in grace
No more we boast our holiness,
Or in our “sinless state” confide;

Verse 2
Out of the deep of poverty
Saviour, we give the praise to thee,
Thee only good, and wise, and just;
Our utter nothingness we own,
Exalt our righteous Lord alone,
And in his name for ever trust.