1 Here, Lord, my soul convicted stands
Of breaking all thy ten commands:
And on me justly might'st thou pour
Thy wrath in one eternal show'r.

2 But thanks to God, its loud alarms
Have warn'd me of approaching harms:
And now, O Lord, my wants I see,
Lost and undone, I come to thee.

3 I know my fig-leaf righteousness
Can ne'er thy broken law redress:
Yet in thy gospel plan I see
There's hope of pardon e'en for me.

4 Here, I behold with wonder, Lord,
That Christ hath to thy law restor'd
Those honors of th' atoning day,
Which guilty sinners took away.

5 Amazing wisdom, power and love,
Display'd to rebels from above!
Do thou, O Lord, my faith increase
To love and trust thy plan of grace.