Strange that I am not cut down

Without mercy,

To endure thy righteous frown,

Beyond pity!

That on earth I still survive

I will praise Thee—

To thy praise and glory live,

Who hath spared me.

Strange Thou shouldst have looked on me—

Worthless, guilty:

Who can count my debt to Thee,

Lord, most holy?

If I reach thy heavenly seat,

Songs unceasing

Shall my raptured tongue repeat—

Thee adoring.