On the Grace of God

Of every blessing in the stores Of God's almighty mind, Grace is the richest, fairest, best, Descending on mankind.

This blessing to deserve our love He condescends to claim: Stupendous condescension this! Too great for words to name!

Give me this grace then; this best gift O Lord bestow on me; 'Till thou consent I will not cease, In prayer to bend my knee.

And when the blessing I have gain'd; Oh make me happier still; And with that love thy law requires, Deign my whole heart to fill.