1 How can it be, thou heav'nly King,
That thou shouldst us to glory bring;
Make slaves the partners of thy throne,
Deck'd with a never fading crown?

2 What are our works but sin and death,
Till Thou Thy quick'ning Spirit breathe:
Thou giv'st the pow'r thy grace to move,
O wond'rous grace! O boundless love!

3 Take my poor heart, and let it be
For ever clos'd to all but thee!
Seal thou my breast, and let me wear
That pledge of love forever there.

4 How blest are they who still abide
Close shelter'd in thy bleeding side!
Who life and strength from thence derive,
And by thee move, and in thee live.

5 Ah! Lord, enlarge our scanty thought,
To know the wonders thou hast wrought;
Unloose our stamm'ring tongues to tell
Thy love immense, unsearchable!

6 First-born of many brethren thou,
To thee, lo! all our souls we bow;
To thee our hearts and hands we give;
Thine may we die, thine may we live.