When I by faith by Maker see

Verse 1

When I by faith my Maker see In weakness and distress, Brought down to that sad state for me Which angels can’t express;

Verse 2

When that great God to whom I go For help, amazed I view, By sin and sorrow sunk as low As I, and lower too;

Verse 3

[For all our sins we his may call, As he sustained their weight; How huge the heavy load of all, When only mine’s so great!]

Verse 4

Then, ravished with the rich belief Of such a love as this, I’m lost in wonder, melt with grief, And faint beneath the bliss.

Verse 5

[Prostrate I fall, ashamed of doubt, And worship love divine; Thus may I always be devout; Be this religion mine.]

Verse 6

In this alone I can confide; Here’s righteousness enough. What’s all the boast of nature’s pride? What unsubstantial stuff!

Verse 7

[Rounds of dead service, forms, and ways, Which some so much esteem, Compared with this stupendous grace, What trivial trash they seem!]

Verse 8

Lord, help a worthless worm, so weak He can do nothing good; May all I act, or think, or speak, Be sprinkled with thy blood!