6-8s. 1 LAY to thy hand, O God of grace! O God, the work is worthy thee! See at thy feet of all the race The chief, the vilest sinner see; And let me all thy mercy prove, Thine utmost miracle of love.
2 Speak, and a holy thing and clean Shall strangely be brought out of me, My Athiop-soul shall change her skin, Redeemed from all iniquity; I, even I, shall then proclaim The wonders wrought by Jesu's name.
3 Thee I shall then for ever praise, In spirit and in truth adore; While all I am declares thy grace, And, born of God, I sin no more, Thy pure and heavenly nature share, And fruit unto perfection bear.
