1 Sons we are, thro' God's election,
Who in Jesus Christ believe:
By eternal destination,
Sovereign grace we here receive;
Lord, thy mercy
Does both grace and glory give.

2 Every fallen soul by sinning,
Merits everlasting pain;
But thy love without beginning,
Has restor'd thy sons again:
Countless millions
Shall in life, through Jesus reign.

3 Pause, my soul! adore and wonder!
Ask, "O why such love to me?"
Grace hath put me in the number
Of the Savior's family:
Hallelujah
Thanks, eternal thanks to thee!

4 Since that love had no beginning,
And shall never never cease;
Keep, O keep me, Lord, from sinning!
Guide me in the way of peace!
Make me walk in
All the paths of holiness.

5 When I quit this feeble mansion,
And my soul returns to thee;
Let the power of thy ascension
Manifest itself in me:
Thro' thy spirit
Give the final victory!

6 When the angel sounds the trumpet;
When my soul and body join;
When my Savior comes to judgment,
bright in majesty divine;
Let me triumph
In thy righteousness as mine.

7 When in that blest habitation,
Which my God has fore ordain'd;
When in glory's full possession,
I with saints and angels stand
Free grace only
Shall resound thro' Canaan's Land.