Sovereign Grace

Thy grace I see of which I spurned An awful merit I had earned And my poor soul to thee unturned And left behind frail bridges burned Thy pardoning love to me have learned My desolated heart sojourned For I thy death have not discerned My blinded eyes by tears unchurned T'is then of sin that I had mourned And found my heart of self dethroned That which I had usurped, returned And paid the price, by friends suborned In want of such, my state I mourned With darkened visage, they had scorned Since I of late my faith reformed Yet all my life this truth I yearned To this divine ambition, I had sworn May I thy sovereign grace adorn