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;

2 Out of the deep of poverty
Savior, 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.