Verse 1
Who did the rebel angels quel,
And hurl’d them down from heaven to hell,
Doth still the proud abase,
Doth cast the mighty from their thrones,
The humble, weak, and little ones
Exalting in their place.
Verse 2
The angels fell thro’ pride o’rethrown,
Thro’ his humility the Son
Bids fallen man arise,
Glad tidings to the poor reveals,
The hungry with his Spirit fills,
And all their wants supplies.
Verse 3
But souls unconscious of their wants,
Self-fill’d, self-sav’d, self-righteous saints
Whose good is all their own,
He sends unjustified away,
That emptied of themselves they may
Be sav’d by grace alone.