1 Attend, while God's exalted Son
Doth his own Glories shew;
Behold, I sit upon his 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 Son 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;
Oh 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 forever dwell.