What though I can­not break my chain
Or e’er throw off my load,
The things im­pos­si­ble to men
Are pos­si­ble to God.

Who, who shall in Thy pre­sence stand,
Or match om­ni­po­tence;
Unfold the grasp of Thy right hand
And pluck the sin­ner thence?

Faith to be healed I fain would have,
O might it now be giv­en;
Thou canst, thou canst the sin­ner save,
And make me meet for Heav’n.

Bound down with twice ten thou­sand ties,
Yet let me hear Thy call;
My soul in con­fi­dence shall rise,
Shall rise and break through all.

Thou canst o’er­come this heart of mine,
Thou wilt vic­to­ri­ous prove;
For ev­er­last­ing strength is Thine,
And ev­er­last­ing love.