Thou on­ly couldst, great Three in One,
Salvation’s scheme con­trive,
Reveal a Sav­ior to atone
And bid dead souls re­vive.

’Tis Thine alone, O God of Love,
With our hard hearts to strive.
Make dark­ness from the mind re­move,
And light and hope re­vive.

Be this, O Lord, a quick­en­ing hour,
Hell of its prey de­prive,
Convert us by Thy so­ver­eign pow­er,
And Thy own work re­vive.

When plea­sure’s wiles, or earth-born fear
Our souls to sin would drive,
Let Thy own light of truth ap­pear
And our weak faith re­vive.

O Lord, the pow­ers of death de­stroy
That with our sins con­nive;
Fill us with soul-ex­alt­ing joy,
And Heav’n-born peace re­vive.

Jesus, our bro­ther and high priest,
Is ev­er­more alive.
By Him from guilt and grief re­leased
May we thro’ grace re­vive.

From strength to strength may we pro­ceed,
Till all in Heav’n ar­rive;
And from each earth­ly tram­mel freed
Like Thy own self re­vive.