My Lord, I did not choose You,
For that could ne­ver be;
My heart would still re­fuse You,
Had You not chos­en me.
You took the sin that stained me,
You cleansed me, made me new;
Of old You have or­dained me,
That I should live in You.

Unless Your grace had called me
And taught my op­en­ing mind,
The world would have en­thralled me,
To heav’n­ly glo­ries blind.
My heart knows none above You;
For Your rich grace I thirst;
I know that if I love You,
You must have loved me first.