1 God of all grace and majesty,
Supremely great and good,
If I have mercy found with thee
Through the atoning blood;
The guard of all thy mercies give,
And to my pardon join
A fear lest I should ever grieve
The Comforter divine.

2 If mercy is indeed with thee,
May I obedient prove,
No e'er abuse my liberty,
Or sin against thy love:
This choicest fruit of faith bestow
On a poor sojourner;
And let me pass my days below
In humbleness and fear.

3 Still may I walk as in thy sight;
My strict observer see;
And thou, by rev'rent love, unite
My child-like heart to thee:
Still let me, till my days are past,
At Jesus' feet abide:
So shall he lift me up at last,
And seat me by his side.