O sacred gift of God to man,
A faith that looks above,
And sees the deep amazing plan
Of sanctifying love.
Thou dear and yet tremendous God,
Whose glory pride reviles;
How did'st thou change thy awful rod
To pard'ning grace and smiles!
Shut up with sin, with shame below,
I trust, this bondage past,
A great, a glorious change to know,
And to be bless'd at last.
I do believe, that, God of light!
Thou didst to earth descend,
With Satan and with Sin to fight —
Our great, our only friend.
I know thou did'st ordain for me,
Thy creature, bread and wine;
The depth of grace I cannot see,
But worship the design.