Ah Lord, that I should pardon see
And higher than the angels be,
Forgiven through eternity,
I wonder, struck with awe.

The angels see Your righteous face
And marvel at the perfect grace
You lavish on poor Adam's race,
While I am dark with flaw.

Yet, for the treason of the Fall
And centuries of sin withal,
Still Adam has the higher call.
What paradox of love!

Predestine, call, and justify
The lost for whom You chose to die;
Let men their Ransom glorify
Eternally above!