1 Lord, I am vile!—what shall I say?
I live to see another day,
O let me live to thee!
A thousand years to hope for this,
Should be unuterble bliss;
What must fruition be!

2 Eye hath not seen nor ear that heard,
What Jesus hath for his prepar'd,
Nor can the heart conceive;
Thou hast commanded me to-day,
To live by faith, and I'd obey,
Lord, help me to believe.