16 Let me, my Saviour and my God,
On sov'reign grace rely;
And own 'tis free, because bestow'd
On one so vile as I.
17 Election! 'tis a word divine;
For, Lord, I plainly see,
Had not thy choice prevented mine,
I ne'er had chosen thee.
18 For perseverance, strength I've none;
But would on this depend,
That, Jesus, having lov'd his own,
Will love them to the end.
19 Empty and bare, I come to thee
For righteousness divine;
O may thy glorious merits be,
By imputation, mine.
20 Free grace alone can wipe the tears
From my lamenting eyes;
And raise my soul, from guilty fears,
To joy that never dies.
21 Free grace can death itself out-brave,
And take the sting away;
Can sinners to the utmost save,
And give them victory.
Source: The Psalms of David: with hymns and spiritual songs: also, the catechism, confession of faith, and liturgy of the Reformed Church in the Netherlands #H52.IV