Attend, while God’s ex­alt­ed Son
Doth His own glo­ries show:
“Behold, I sit up­on My throne,
Creating all things new.

“Nature and sin are passed away,
And the old Ad­am dies;
My hands a new foun­da­tion lay,
See the new world arise.

I’ll be a Sun of Right­eous­ness
To the new heav’ns I make;
None but the new­born heirs of grace
My glo­ries shall par­take.

Mighty Re­deem­er! set me free
From my old state of sin;
O make my soul alive to Thee,
Create new pow­ers with­in.

Renew mine eyes, and form mine ears,
And mold my heart afresh;
Give me new pas­sions, joys, and fears,
And turn the stone to flesh.

Far from the re­gions of the dead,
From sin, and earth, and hell,
In the new world that grace has made,
I would for ev­er dwell.