Verse 1
What but th’ omnipotence of grace
Can a poor prostrate sinner raise?
Whate’er of good on earth is done,
Is wrought by God, and God alone:
Yet still He strangely condescends
By man to serve his gracious ends;
And listning, we our pardon hear
Pronounc’d by Jesus’ minister.
Verse 2
If Thou their ministry ordain
And man employ t’ inlighten man,
I dare not, Lord, the means despise,
Appointed to unseal my eyes:
I wait th’ atoning blood to feel:
The counsels of thy grace reveal,
And tell my heart, by whom Thou wilt,
Thy death hath cancel’d all my guilt.