Faith and Grace!
Have I that faith which looks to Christ,
O’ercomes the world and sin,
Receives Him, Prophet, Priest, and King,
And makes the conscience clean?
If I this precious grace possess,
All praise is due to Thee;
If not, I seek it from Thy hands;
Now grant it, Lord, to me.
Ourselves so skilful to conceal,
So exquisite our art,
God only knows the utmost hell
Of the deceitful heart.
But now with shame I clearly see
That but for sovereign grace,
In lowest deeps of infamy
My soul had found her place.
Ah, do not Lord, forsake Thy child,
And I shall never fall;
By no transgressions be defil’d,
Though capable of all.