How can I my Saviour set forth?
How can I his beauties declare?
O, how can I speak of his worth,
Or what his chief dignities are?
No mortal can ever express,
Nor they who stand nearest his throne,
How rich are his treasures of grace,
For this is a secret unknown.
Though once he was nailed to the cross,
Vile rebels like me to set frèe,
His glory has suffered no loss,
Eternal his kingdom shall be.
Oh! sinner, believe and adore,
The Saviour so rich to redeem;
No creature can ever explore
The treasures of goodness in him.
Come, all ye who feel yourselves lost,
And see yourselves burdened with sin,
Draw near while with terror you're toss'd,
Obey, and your peace shall begin.
He riches hath ever in store,
And treasures that never can waste;
Here's pardon, here's grace, yea, and more.
Here's glory eternal at last.