1 And are we wretches yet alive?
And do we yet rebel?
’Tis boundless, ’tis amazing love,
That bears us up from hell!

2 The burden of our weighty guilt
Would sink us down to flames;
And threatening vengeance rolls above,
To crush our feeble frames.

3 Almighty goodness cries, Forbear!
And straight the thunder stays;
And dare we now provoke His wrath,
And weary out His grace?

4 Lord, we have long abused Thy love,
Too long indulged our sin;
Our aching hearts e’en bleed to see
What rebels we have been.

5 No more, ye lusts, shall ye command,
No more will we obey;
Stretch out, O God, Thy conquering hand,
And drive Thy foes away.