1 Now may the Lord reveal his face,
And teach our stammering tongues
To make his sovereign, reigning grace,
The subject of our songs!
2 Grace reigns to pardon crimson sins,
To melt the hardest hearts;
And from the work it once begins
It never more departs.
3 Grace tills the soil, and sows the seeds,
Provides the sun and rain;
Till from the tender blade proceeds,
The ripened harvest grain.
4 'Twas grace that called our souls at first
By grace thus far we're come,
And grace will help us through the worst,
And lead us safely home.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799