1 Hark, 'tis the Saviour of mankind,
Speaks to his chosen few;
'Tis he who leads the wand'ring blind,
In ways they could not know.

2 'Tis he who says, "Go forth my friends,
Proclaim my truth to all;
Inform each soul my grace extends
As wide as Adam's fall.

3 Tell sinners of the deepest dye,
That they might life obtain,
I chose the cursed death to die,
And taste infernal pain!

4 What though my ransom'd may refuse,,
The message to receive;
And you the messengers abuse,
Yet still I come to save.

5 Yea, should the tempter still prevail,
To blind my people's eyes;
In my great day I'll rend the veil,
From all beneath the skies.

6 Then ev'ry eye shall see the grace,
You now in faith declare;
And I myself from ev'ry face,
Will wipe off ev'ry tear."

7 Lord we believe thy sacred word,
And wait the glorious day,
When ev'ry soul by grace restor'd,
Shall walk in wisdom's way.