How free, how glorious was the grace,
How wonderful the sov'reign love,
That chose our soals, our time, and place,
Before he bade the planets move.
Cho. Praise the Lord — the Saviour praise ,
Hosanna to the God of Grace.

No claim had we, who now enjoy
The smiles of our redeeming God:
He only knows that chose us, why
Our hearts are his divine abode.
Cho. Praise ye the Lord , &c.

If we appear before his throne
When he shall call our spirits hence,
We must be sav'd by grace alone,
For who can help Omnipotence?
Cho. Praise ye the Lord , &c.