Am Determined to Know Nothing Save Jesus Christ, and Him Crucified: The same

Let the world their virtue boast,
Their works of righteousness;
I, a wretch undone and lost,
Am freely saved by grace:
Other title I disclaim,
This, only this, is all my plea;
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus died for me!

Let the stronger sons of God
Their liberty assert,
Justly glory in the blood
That made them pure in heart:
I am full of guilt and shame,
My heart as black as hell I see;
I the chief, &c.

Happy they whose joys abound
Like Jordan's swelling stream,
Who their heaven in Christ have found,
And give the praise to Him;
Let them triumph in His name,
Enjoy their full felicity:
I the chief, &c.

Blest are they, entirely blest,
Who can in Him rejoice,
Lean on His beloved breast,
And hear the Bridegroom's voice:
Meanest follower of the Lamb,
His steps I at a distance see;
I the chief, &c.

Outward comforts have I none,
Or sensible delight;
Joy is to my soul unknown,
My day is turn'd to night:
But my God is still the same,
No shade of change in Him can be;
I the chief, &c.

I, like Gideon's fleece, am found
Unwater'd still and dry,
While the dew on all around
Falls plenteous from the sky:
Yet my Lord I cannot blame,
The Saviour's grace for all is free;
I the chief, &c.

Still I see His unfelt grace
Descending from above,
But can neither pray nor praise.
Nor fear my God, nor love:
Yet He suffer'd to redeem
My soul from all iniquity;
I the chief, &c.

Surely He will lift me up,
For I of Him have need;
I cannot give up my hope,
Though I am cold and dead;
To bring fire on earth He came;
O that it now might kindled be!
I the chief, &c.

Jesu, Thou for me hast died.
And Thou in me wilt live;
I shall feel Thy death applied,
I shall Thy life receive:
Yet, when melted in the flame
Of love, this shall be all my plea, —
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus died for me!