1 Attend while God's exalted Son
Doth his own glories shew;
|Behold I sit upon my throne
Creating all things new.
2 |Nature and sin are pass'd away,
And the old Adam dies;
|My hands a new foundation lay,
|See the new world arise.
3 |I'll be a sun of righteousness
|To the new-heavens I make;
|None but the new-born heirs of grace
|My glories shall partake.|
4 Mighty Redeemer, set me free
From my old state of sin;
O make my soul alive to thee,
Create new powers within.
5 Renew mine eyes, and form mine ears,
And mould my heart afresh;
Give me new passions, joys and fears,
And turn the stone to flesh.
6 Far from the regions of the dead,
From sin, and earth, and hell,
In the new-world that grace has made
I would for ever dwell.