1 Blest be my God that I was born
To hear the gospel sound;
That I was born to be baptized,
And bred on holy ground:
2 That I was bred where God appears
With tokens of his grace;
The lines are fallen unto me
In a most pleasant place.
3 I might have been a pagan bred,
Or else a veiled Jew,
Or cheated with the Al Koran
Amongst the Turkish crew.
4 So in a dungeon dark as night
I might have spent my days;
But thou hast sent me gospel-light,
To thine eternal praise.
5 The sun that rose up in the east,
And drove the shades away,
Its healing wings have reach'd the west,
And turn'd the night to day.
6 Blest be my God for what I see,
My God for what I hear,
I hear such blessed news from heaven
Not earth nor hell I fear.
7 I hear my Lord for me was born,
My Lord for me did die,
My Lord for me did rise again,
And did ascend on high:
8 On high he stands to plead my cause,
And will return again,
And set me on a glorious throne,
And I with him shall reign.
The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791