1 Here, Lord, my soul convicted stands,
Of breaking all thy ten commands:
And on me justly might'st thou pour
Thy wrath, in one eternal show'r.

2 But thanks to God, its loud alarms
Have warn'd me of approaching harms:
And now O Lord, my wants I see,
Lost and undone I come to thee.

3 I see my fig-leaf righteousness,
Can ne'er thy broken law redress:
Yet in thy gospel plan I see
There's hope of pardon e'en for me.

4 Amazing wisdom, pow'r and love,
Display'd to rebels from above!
Do thou, O Lord, my faith increase,
To love and trust thy plan of grace.