1 And are we wretches yet alive? And do we yet rebel? 'Tis boundless, 'tis amazing love That bears us up from hell!
2 The burden of our weighty guilt Would sink us down to flames, And threatening vengeance rolls above To crush our feeble frames.
3 Almighty goodness cries, "Forbear;" And straight the thunder stays; And dare we now provoke his wrath, And weary out his grace?
4 Lord, we have long abus'd thy love, Too long indulg'd our sin; Our aching hearts e'en bleed to see What rebels we have been.
5 No more, ye lusts, shall ye command, No more will we obey; Stretch out, O God, thy conquering hand, And drive thy foes away.