By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M.
      1 GLORY to God, whose sovereign grace
      Hath animated senseless stones;
      Called us to stand before his face,
      And raised us into Abraham's sons!

      2 The people that in darkness lay,
      In sin and error's deadly shade,
      Have seen a glorious gospel day,
      In Jesu's lovely face displayed.

      3 Thou only, Lord, the work hast done,
      And bared thine arm in all our sight;
      Hast made the reprobates thine own,
      And claimed the outcasts as thy right.

      4 Thy single arm, almighty Lord,
      To us the great salvation brought,
      Thy Word, thy all-creating Word,
      That spake at first the world from nought.

      5 For this the saints lift up their voice,
      And ceaseless praise to thee is given;
      For this the hosts above rejoice,
      We raise the happiness of heaven.

      6 For this, no longer sons of night,
      To thee our thankful hearts we give;
      To thee, who call'dst us into light,
      To thee we die, to thee we live.

      7 Suffice that for the season past
      Hell's horrid language filled our tongues,
      We all thy words behind us cast,
      And lewdly sang the drunkard's songs.

      8 But, O the power of grace divine!
      In hymns we now our voices raise,
      Loudly in strange hosannas join,
      And blasphemies are turned to praise!