That man whose impious tongue denies
The God who every want supplies,
Or whose unhallowed actions prove
He feels nor gratitude nor love,
Ranks far beneath the brute, who knows
What hand his humble meal bestows.
Yet, did not such heavenly grace abound,
Such would each son of man be found;
For when the Almighty from His throne
Looked on the earth, behold not one
The narrow path of virtue trod,
Or kept the precepts of his God.
But He, who with a single breath
Could doom a guilty world to death,
With mercy’s gently pleading voice,
Offers salvation to our choice;
Freedom from sin’s debasing chain,
And strength fresh conflicts to sustain.
O haste we then—with joy embrace
This rich, this freely offered grace;
Gladly our hearts and voices raise,
In loud and grateful songs of praise,
And to the listening world proclaim
Our great Redeemer’s glorious name.