Alas! by na­ture how de­praved,
How prone to every ill!
Our lives, to Sa­tan, how en­slaved,
How ob­stin­ate our will!

And can such sin­ners be re­stored,
Such re­bels re­con­ciled?
Can grace it­self the means af­ford
To make a foe a child?

Yes, grace has found the won­drous means
Which shall ef­fec­tu­al prove;
To cleanse us from our count­less sins,
And teach our hearts to love.

Jesus for sin­ners un­der­takes,
And died that we may live;
His blood a full atone­ment makes,
And cries aloud, For­give.

Yet one thing more must grace pro­vide,
To bring us home to God;
Or we shall slight the Lord, who died,
And tram­ple on His blood.

The Ho­ly Spi­rit must re­veal
The Sav­ior’s work and worth;
The hard heart then be­gins to feel
A new and heav’n­ly birth.

Thus bought with blood, and born again,
Redeemed, and saved, by grace;
Rebels, in God’s own house ob­tain
A son’s and daugh­ter’s place.