Verse 1
When our God the gospel gives
Cloth’d with his own Spirit’s might,
Then the open’d heart believes,
Then our soul’s restor’d to sight.
We its hidden beauty see,
Taste the sweetness of the word,
Feel its powerful energy,
Wondring own our heavenly Lord.
Verse 2
He disarms the hostile mind,
He doth all its hate remove;
By his word transform’d we find
Holy peace and humble love:
Never mortal spake like Him!
More than man He needs must be:
Is He not the God supreme?
Answer, Lord, thyself in me!