1  All that we were — our sin, our guilt,

       Our death — was all our own:

    All that we are we owe to Thee,

       Thou God of grace alone.

 2  Thy mercy found us in our sins,

       And gave us to believe;

    Then, in believing, peace we found,

       And in Thy Christ we live.

 3  All that we are, as saints on earth,

       All that we hope to be,

    When Jesus comes and glory dawns,

       We owe it all to Thee.

 4  O God, how rich, how vast Thy love,

       Whoe'er can Thee repay?

    Thy love is past man's finding out,

       Thy grace no man can say.

 5  But Lord, to me I pray Thee grant,

       More clearly may I see,

    That I may e'er more fully know

       How much I owe to Thee.

 6  But if man's heart should e'er suppose

       He could repay Thy love,

    It only means he nothing knows

       Of love, all loves above.

 7  So may we never bargains make

       With that dear love of Thine:

    The love that made Thine heart once break,

       Whoe'er that love could win?

 8  Then nevermore suggest return,

       His love is far too high;

    But let our hearts with rapture burn

       That He for us should die.

 9  O Father God, we owe Thee all!

       All that we are and have!

    With grateful thanks before Thee fall,

       'Tis all that we can give.