On man, in his own image made,
How much did GOD bestow?

Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!)  
That sav'd a wretch like me!

When Adam fell he quickly lost
God’s image, which he once possessed:

What a mournful life is mine,
Fill with crosses, pains and cares!

The Lord, our salvation and light,  
The guide of our strength and our days,

Poor Esau repented too late
That once he his birth–right despised;

Poor, weak, and worthless though I am,
I have a rich almighty friend;

Nay, I cannot let Thee go,
Till a blessing thou bestow;

My soul once had its plenteous years,
And throve, with peace and comfort filled,

Incarnate God! the soul that knows
         Thy name’s mysterious power

That man no guard or weapons needs,
Whose heart the blood of Jesus knows;

Bitter, indeed, the waters are.
          Which in this desert flow;

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
         In a believer’s ear?

He who on earth as man was known,
         And bore our sins and pains;

See Aaron, God’s anointed priest,
          Within the veil appear;

Honey though the bee prepares,
An envenomed sting he wears;

Sometimes a light surprises  
The Christian while he sings;  

Let worldly minds the world pursue,
It has no charms for me;

Though troubles assail
And dangers affright,

By faith in Christ I walk with God,
With Heav’n, my journey’s end, in view;

For mercies, countless as the sands,
         Which daily I receive

Come, my soul, thy suit prepare,
Jesus loves to answer prayer,

If Solomon for wisdom prayed,
The Lord before had made him wise;

Behold the throne of grace!
The promise calls me near;

The signs which God to Gideon gave,
His holy Sovereignty made known;

Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God!

If the Lord our leader be,
We may follow without fear;

Now let us join with hearts and tongues, 
And emulate the angels' songs; 

How tedious and tasteless the hours,
         When Jesus no longer I see;

In mercy, not in wrath, rebuke
         Thy feeble worm, my God!

Savior shine and cheer my soul,
Bid my dying hopes revive;

When Hannah pressed with grief,
Poured forth her soul in prayer;

How blest the righteous are
          When they resign their breath!

When first to make my heart his own,
The Lord revealed his mighty grace;

How David, when by sin deceived,
          From bad to worse went on!

Elijah’s example declares,
Whatever distress may betide;

When Joshua, by GOD’s command,
Invaded Canaan’s guilty land;

Though Jericho pleasantly stood,
And looked like a promising soil;

When Joseph his brethren beheld,
Afflicted and trembling with fear;

How hurtful was the choice of Lot,
Who took up his abode

Manna to Israel well supplied
          The want of other bread;

The manna favored Israel’s meat,
          Was gathered day by day;

Before Elisha’s gate
The Syrian leper stood;

From Sheba a distant report
Of Solomon’s glory and fame,

The prophets sons, in time of old,
          Though to appearance poor;

When Israel heard the fiery law,
          From Sinai’s top proclaimed;

The kine unguided went
By the directest road;

By the poor widow’s oil and meal
          Elijah was sustained;

Let hearts and tongues unite,  
And loud thanksgivings raise:

Kindle, Saviour, in my heart,  
A flame of love divine;