SAVIOUR, if thy precious love Could be merited by mine, Faith these mountains...

SAVIOUR, if thy precious love Could be merited by mine, Faith these mountains would remove; Faith would make me ever thine: But when all my care and pains Worth can ne'er create in me, Nought by me thy fulness gains; Vain the hope to purchase thee.

Cease, O man, thy worth to weigh, Give the needless contest o'er; Mine thou art! while thus I say, Yield thee up, and ask no more: What thy estimate may be, Only can by him be told Who, to ransom wretched thee, Thee to gain, himself was sold.

But when all in me is sin, How can I thy grace obtain? How presume thyself to win? God of love, the doubt explain: Or if thou the means supply, Lo to thee I all resign! Make me Lord - I ask not why, How I ask not, - ever thine.