Let everlasting glories crown

Thy head, my Saviour and my Lord;

Thy hands have brought salvation down,

And stored the blessings in thy word.

2 In vain the trembling conscience seeks

Some solid ground to rest upon;

With long despair the spirit breaks,

Till we apply to Christ alone.

3 How well thy blesséd truths agree!

How wise and holy thy commands!

Thy promises, how firm they be!

How firm our hope and comfort stands!

4 Should all the forms that men devise

Assault my faith with treacherous art,

I’d call them vanity and lies,

And bind the gospel to my heart.