I see, I see
The mercies bestowed on me.
The grace, the grace
When I behold Your face.
Thine holy love poureth forth,
Not of mine own worth.
Oh no! Vile as could be,
You have sovereignly chosen me.
Let never Thy holy fear subdue!
Lest I forget You paid my due.
It is no cowardice fear.
Oh no! To You it draws me near.
For where shall I go?
Up to the highest mount?
Or deep down far below?
Everywhere is thy holy ground.
Therefore, therefore I will flee!
Running with all I have to Thee.
Calling out Abba, Abba be merciful to me.
This vile sinners hope rests completely on Thee.
Even if it should be the death of me!
For there is no boasting,
Or glorying.
Thine is the glory, honor and majesty.
For thine amazing grace.
Let all the earth sing Thy glory and praise.
Forever and ever till end of days.
Amen.