Author:		John Kent, 1766-1843
Musician:		William H. Havergal, 1793-1870

O blessed God! how kind Are all Thy ways to me,
Whose dark benighted mind Was enmity with Thee.
Yet now, subdued by sov'reign grace,
My spirit longs for Thine embrace.

How precious are Thy thoughts That o'er my spirit roll!
They swell beyond my faults, And captivate my soul:
How great the sum, how high they rise,
Can ne'er be known beneath the skies.

Preserved by Jesus, when My feet made haste to hell!
And there should I have gone, But Thou dost all things well:
Thy love was great, Thy mercy free,
Which from the pit delivered me.

A monument of grace, A sinner saved by blood,
The streams of love I trace Up to the Fountain, God,
And in His sov'reign counsels see
Eternal tho'ts of love to me.