1 Diffuse thy beams and teach my heart
Now with genial warmth to glow:
For lo! without thy heavenly art,
In vain my lofty numbers flow.

2 Magnificent free grace arise,
Out shine the tho'ts of shallow man;
Sov'reign, preventing all divine,
To him that neither will'd nor ran.

3 Grand is the bosom whence thou flow'd,
Kind is the heart that gave the vent;
Rich is the gift that God bestow'd,
Lovely and so like Christ be sent.

4 Grace by a righteousness doth reign,
Wrought by the sacred life of God;
Where sin is spoil'd, grace shall maintain,
Its rights in Jesus' sacred blood.

5 Who counts the sands that bounds the sea,
Not half his sins can number o'er;
And ah! what millions yet but see
Grace hath ten thousand mercies more.

6 Infinite grace how full of God,
In ev'ry work of thine--there glows
New glories in thy sacred blood,
There life divine eternal flows.

7 We bowing sing thy death so strong
Which all our souls from death defends;
Shout ye redeeem'd, for here your song
Begins, and never--never ends.