1 Where shall my wond'ring Soul begin?
How shall I all to Heav'n aspire?
A Slave, redeem'd from Death and Sin;
A Brand pluck'd from eternal Fire,
How shall I equal Triumphs raise,
Or sing my great Deliverer’s Praise.

2 O how shall I the Goodness tell,
Father, which thou to me hast show'd?
That I, a Child of Wrath and Hell,
I should be call'd a Child of God!
Should know, should feel my Sins forgiv'n'
Blest with this Antipast of Heav'n!

3 And shall I slight my Father’s Love,
Or basly fear his Gifts to own?
Unmindful of his Favours prove!
Shall I, the hallow'd Cross to shun,
Refuse his Right'ousness t' impart,
By hiding it within my Heart?

4 No - though the antient Dragon rage,
And call forth all his Host to War;
Though Earth's self-righteous Sons engage,
Them, and their God alike I dare;
Jesus, the Sinner's Friend proclaim;
Jesus, to Sinners still the same.

5 Out-casts of Men, to you I call,
Harlots and Publicans and Thieves!
He spreads his Arms t' embrace you all!
Sinners alone his Grace receives.
No need of him the Righteous have,
He came the Lost to seek and save.

6 Come all ye Madalins in Lust,
Ye Ruffians fell, in Mudres old!
Repent aan live: Despair and Trust;
Jesus for you to Death was sold;
Though Hell protest, and Earth repine,
He dy'd for Crimes like yours and mine

7 Come, O my guilty Brethren, come,
Groaning beneath your Load of Sin,
His bleeding Heart shall make you Room,
His open Side shall take you in.
He calls you now, envites you Home;
Come, O my guilty Brethren, come.

8 For you the purple Current flow'd
In Pardons from His wounded Side;
Languish'd for you th' eternal God,
For you the Prince of Glory dy'd.
Believe, and all your Guilt's forgiv'n;
Only believe - and yours is Heav'n.