1 

All that we were — our sin, our guilt,

   Our death — was all our own:

All that we are we owe to Thee,

   Thou God of grace alone.

 2 

Thy mercy found us in our sins,

   And gave us to believe;

Then, in believing, peace we found,

   And in Thy Christ we live.

 3 

All that we are, as saints on earth,

   All that we hope to be,

When Jesus comes and glory dawns,

   We owe it all to Thee.

 4 

O God, how rich, how vast Thy love,

   Whoe'er can Thee repay?

Thy love is past man's finding out,

   Thy grace no man can say.

 5 

But Lord, to me I pray Thee grant,

   More clearly may I see,

That I may e'er more fully know

   How much I owe to Thee.

 6 

But if man's heart should e'er suppose

   He could repay Thy love,

It only means he nothing knows

   Of love, all loves above.

 7 

So may we never bargains make

   With that dear love of Thine:

The love that made Thine heart once break,

   Whoe'er that love could win?

 8 

Then nevermore suggest return,

   His love is far too high;

But let our hearts with rapture burn

   That He for us should die.

 9 

O Father God, we owe Thee all!

   All that we are and have!

With grateful thanks before Thee fall,

   'Tis all that we can give.