The Lord proclaims His grace abroad!
�Behold, I change your hearts of stone;
Each shall renounce his idol god,
And serve, henceforth, the Lord alone.

�My grace, a flowing stream, proceeds
To wash your filthiness away;
Ye shall abhor your former deeds,
And learn My statutes to obey.

�My truth the great design ensures,
I give Myself away to you;
You shall be Mine, I will be yours,
Your God unalterably true.

�Yet not unsought or unimplored,
The plenteous grace I shall confer;
No�your whole hearts shall seek the Lord,
I�ll put a praying spirit there.

�From the first breath of life divine
Down to the last expiring hour,
The gracious work shall all be Mine,
Begun and ended in My pow�r.�