O what a debt I owe
To Him who shed His blood,
And cleansed my soul and gave me power
To stand before His God.
Saviour and Lord, I own
The riches of Thy grace;
For I can call Thy God, my God -
Can bow before His face.
Thy Father, too, above,
I worship as my own;
Who gave with Thee the Spirit’s cry,
To me a son foreknown.