Then, then th’in­tes­tine war is o’er,
And guil­ty shame con­founds no more,
When Thou hast root­ed out our pride:
With vain com­pla­cen­cy in grace
No more we boast our ho­li­ness,
Or in our sin­less state con­fide;

Out of the deep of po­ver­ty
Savior, we give the praise to Thee,
Thee on­ly good, and wise, and just;
Our ut­ter no­thing­ness we own,
Exalt our right­eous Lord alone,
And in His name for ev­er trust.