Great King of glo­ry and of grace!
We own with hum­ble shame,
How vile is our de­ge­ne­rate race,
And our first fa­ther’s name.

From Ad­am flows our taint­ed blood,
The poi­son reigns with­in:
Makes us averse to all that’s good,
And will­ing slaves to sin.

Daily we break Thy ho­ly laws,
And then re­ject Thy grace;
Engaged in the old ser­pent’s cause,
Against our mak­er’s face.

We live es­tranged afar from God,
And love the dist­ance well;
With haste we run the dan­ger­ous road
That leads to death and hell.

And can such re­bels be re­stored?
Such na­tures made di­vine?
Let sin­ners see Thy glo­ry, Lord,
And feel this pow­er of Thine.

We raise our Fa­ther’s name on high
Who His own Spir­it sends
To bring re­bel­li­ous stran­gers nigh,
And turn His foes to friends.