“Oh, wonder of the love of God,
The which the soul o’erpowers!
This mortal track Thy feet hath trod
To make all heaven ours.
We did not seek Thy grace to find:
We would not heed Thy call:
The unregenerate heart and mind
Fast held us in their thrall.
We knew instinctively our need;
Our helplessness we knew,
And craving for the Life Indeed,
That was our spirit’s due:
Yet did Thy gentle patience wait
On our rebellious ways
That made the misery of our state,
The darkness of our days.”