1 Attend, while God's exalted Son
Doth his own glories shew:
"Behold, I sit upon my throne,
"Creating all things new.

2 "Nature and sin are pass'd away,
"And the old Adam dies;
"My hands a new foundation lay;
"See the new world arise!

3 "I'll be a sun of righteousness
"To the new heav'ns I make;
"None but the new-born heirs of grace
"My glories shall partake."

4 Mighty Redeemer! set me free
From my old state of sin:
O, make my soul alive to thee;
Create new pow'rs within.

5 Renew mine eyes, and form mine ears,
And mould my heart afresh;
Give me new passions, joys, and fears,
And turn the stone to flesh.

6 Far from the regions of the dead,
From sin, and earth, and hell;
In the new world that grace has made
I would for ever dwell.