O God of Grace, who hast restor'd
    Thine Image unto me,
Which by my Sins was quite defac'd ;
    What shall I render Thee?
Thine Image and Inscription, Lord,
    Upon my Heart I bear:
Thine own I render unto Thee,
    O God, my God most dear.

My self I owe thee for my self,
    Whom thou didst make of Earth;
But thou hast made me o'er again,
    Thou gav'st a second Birth.
Twice born, and twice endu'd with Life,
    I haste to come to thee,
To pay my Vows, my Thanks, my Heart,
    With all Humility. .

O, was I born first from Beneath!
    And then born from above!
Am I Child of Man and God?
    O Rich and Endless Love!
When I had broke the Tables, Lord,
    New Tables thou didst hew;
And with thy Finger didst engrave
    Thy Laws on them anew.

Earth is my Mother, Earth my Nurse,
    And Earth must be my Tomb:
Yet God, the God of Heaven and Earth,
    My Father is become.
Hell enter'd me, and into Hell
    I quickly should have run:
But O! Kind Heav'n laid hold on me;
    Heav'n is in me begun.

This Spark will rise into a Flame,
    This Seed into a Tree;
My Songs shall rise, my Praises shall
    Loud Hallelujahs be.

What are the Heav'ns, O God of Heav'n!
    Thou art more bright, more high:
What are bright Stars, and brighter Saints,
    To thy bright Majesty!
Thou'rt far above the Songs of Heaven,
    Sung by thy Holy Ones;
And dost thou stoop and bow thine Ear
    To a poor Sinner's Groans?

God minds the Language of my Heart,
    My Groans and Sighs he hears;
He hath a Book for my Request, 
    A Bottle for my Tears.
But did not my dear Saviour's Blood
    First wash away their Guilt;
My Sighs would prove but empty Air,
    My Tears would all be spilt.

Lord, thine Eternal Spirit was
    My Advocate within:
But O, my Smoke join'd with thy Flame,
    My Pray'r was mixt with Sin.
But then Christ was my Altar, and
    My Advocate above;
His Blood did clear my Pray'r, and gain'd
    An Answer full of Love.

It could not be that thou should'st hear
    A Mortal sinful Worm;
But that my Prayers presented are
    In a most glorious Form.
Christ's precious Hands took my Requests,
    And turn'd my Dross to Gold;
His Blood put Warmth into my Prayers,
    Which were by Nature cold.

Thou heard'st my Groans for Jesus Sake,
    Whom thou dost hear always;
Lord, hear through that prevailing Name,
    My Voice of Joy and Praise.