O God of grace and right­eous­ness,
Hear and at­tend when I com­plain:
Thou hast en­larged me in dis­tress,
Bow down a gra­cious ear again.

Ye sons of men, in vain ye try
To turn my glo­ry in­to shame;
How long will scoff­ers love to lie,
And dare re­proach my Sav­ior’s name?

Know that the Lord di­vides His saints
From all the tribes of men be­side;
He hears the cry of pe­ni­tents,
For the dear sake of Christ that died.

When our obe­di­ent hands have done
A thou­sand works of right­eous­ness
We put our trust in God alone,
And glo­ry in His par­don­ing grace.

Let the un­think­ing ma­ny say,
Who will be­stow some earth­ly good?
But Lord, Thy light and love we pray;
Our souls de­sire this heav’n­ly food.

Then shall my cheer­ful pow­ers re­joice,
At grace and fa­vors so di­vine;
Nor will I change my hap­py choice
For all their corn, and all their wine.