What shall I do my God to love,
My Sav­ior, and the world’s to praise?
Whose bow­els of com­pass­ion move
To me, and all the fall­en race;
Whose mer­cy is di­vine­ly free
For all the fall­en race, and me.

I long to know, and to make known
The height and depth of love di­vine,
The kind­ness Thou to me hast shown,
Whose ev­ery sin was count­ed Thine:
My God for me re­signed His breath,
He died, to save my soul from death.

All souls are Thine: and Thou for all
The ran­som of Thy life hast given,
To raise the sin­ner from His fall,
And bring him back to God and Hea­ven;
Thou all the world hast died to save,
And all may Thy sal­va­tion have.

How shall I thank Thee for the grace,
On me, and all man­kind bestowed!
O that my ev­ery breath were praise,
O that my heart were filled with God!
My heart would then with love o’er­flow,
And all my life Thy glo­ry show.

See me, O Lord, athirst and faint,
Me wea­ry of for­bear­ing see,
And let me feel Thy love’s con­straint,
And free­ly give up all for Thee.
True in the fie­ry tri­al prove,
And pay Thee back Thy dy­ing love.